| My blood runs cold
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| Through the streets of New Orleans
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| And drink they will this bitter wine
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| Our faith has burnt
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| From torches pushing southbound
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| Unpunished goes no godly deed
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| All I’ve ever done was hold the levee’s thirst
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| How could you sit there
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| Just watching without a sound?
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| On that day, with our backs against the wall
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| Is that how you drowned all your witches?
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| Down in the ocean, one by one disappeared
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| Down in the ocean, one by one disappeared
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| I fill these bags and stack them against the dam
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| My, I’m on the wrong side of this wall
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| And when the cracks appear
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| The sirens will serenade
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| On just the wrong side of mercy
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| All I’ve ever done is hold the levee’s thirst
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| How could you sit there
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| Just watching without a sound?
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| On that day, with our backs against the wall
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| Is that how you drowned all your witches?
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| Down in the ocean, one by one disappeared
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| Down in the ocean, one by one disappeared
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| If you should find yourself against the current
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| And the whites of your eyes go greet the Dawn again
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| Just listen for that hymn that we’ve always sung
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| 'Is that how you drowned all your witches?'
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| Down in the ocean, one by one disappeared
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| Down in the ocean, one by one disappeared |