| There’s a storm coming
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| A hard rain is gonna fall
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| I feel it in my fingers
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| I see the writing on the wall
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| Got nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
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| I just wasn’t made for these times
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| There’s an earthquake rumbling
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| I feel it under my feet
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| I swear my eyes have seen the blood
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| Flowing down the street
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| Got nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
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| I just wasn’t made for these times
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| I’m telling you baby
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| Let there be no doubt
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| That if you never see my again
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| Then you’ll know I’ve found my way out
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| Tell me when it’s over
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| Tell me when the storm has passed
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| The blood is up to my knees now baby
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| And the tide is rising fast
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| Got nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
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| I just wasn’t made for these times |