| This is the window where
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| I watched the future start
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| My pupils dilated
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| The shock sped up my arms
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| I shut my ambushed eyes
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| And turned my face towards the heat
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| I felt the city choke
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| I heard the world at war
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| I prayed for providence
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| God said, «Don't pray no more
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| You went and made your mess
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| Now keep your blame off my feet»
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| So I got off my knees
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| I faced the devil’s day
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| The sky was murder red
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| The streets were headstone gray
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| A flaming Ferris wheel
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| Spun where the sun used to be
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| I watched its buckets dip and dance
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| I saw a couple making love lock hands
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| They were pushing for abandon and the answers it could bring
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| Ninety million miles from the graveyard growing over everything
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| I saw my lover chased
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| Through fields of sugarcane
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| She clutched her belly close
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| And whispered, «keep us safe»
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| They ground her down to dust
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| No more miracles today
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| So I dreamt myself awake
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| In a resort hotel
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| Above a golden coast
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| Inside my southern belle
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| We heard the sea reborn
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| In each singing shell
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| And every coughing car
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| And every coiled snake
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| And every shrieking star
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| And every burning stake
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| Dissolved to atmosphere
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| All of everything, erased
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| I spread into a distant hum
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| I droned along with everyone
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| And the earth grew green and nursed herself to what she used to be
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| All our senseless shouting calmed to quiet in her ancient memory
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| And oh, what a joy
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| To be free |