| Oh I ain’t joking when I’m telling ya That while in the Yakima
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| Digging up them thunderegg stones
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| Well, we cracked them wide open
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| The mountain started smoking
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| And the sky turned the color of a crow
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| Oooohhh, oooohhhh
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| Fires in the northlands
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| Floods to the south
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| Put the pedal to the metal
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| And let it all hang out
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| (Go-go, go-go)
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| Fires in the northlands
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| (Go-go, go-go)
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| Floods to the south
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| (Go-go, go-go)
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| Put the pedal to the metal
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| (Go-go, go-go)
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| And let it all hang out
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| The ash turned to confetti
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| ALLELUIA!
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| Outside them great tri-cities
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| ALLELUIA!
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| Oh, God showed his great mercy
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| ALLELUIA!
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| Turned ash into confetti
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| ALLELUIA!
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| Handkerchiefs on coughing mouths
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| Running to the full hotels
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| Left us with no other place but home
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| And in the distance
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| Tail lights came and went
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| Sometimes as eyes of Vulcan sorcery
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| Oooohhh, oooohhhh
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| Fires in the northlands
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| Floods to the south
|
| Put the pedal to the metal
|
| And let it all hang out
|
| (Go-go, go-go)
|
| Fires in the northlands
|
| (Go-go, go-go)
|
| Floods to the south
|
| (Go-go, go-go)
|
| Put the pedal to the metal
|
| (Go-go, go-go)
|
| And let it all hang out
|
| The ash turned to confetti
|
| ALLELUIA!
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| Outside them great tri-cities
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| ALLELUIA!
|
| Oh, God showed his great mercy
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| ALLELUIA!
|
| Turned ash into confetti
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| ALLELUIA!
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| Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe we’ll make it to that rise
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| Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe we’ll see another sun rise OH YEAH
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| The ash turned to confetti
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| ALLELUIA!
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| Outside them great tri-cities
|
| ALLELUIA!
|
| Oh, God showed his great mercy
|
| ALLELUIA!
|
| Turned ash into confetti
|
| ALLELUIA!
|
| Turned ash into confetti
|
| ALLELUIA!
|
| Outside them great tri-cities
|
| ALLELUIA!
|
| Oh, God showed his great mercy
|
| ALLELUIA!
|
| Turned ash into confetti
|
| ALLELUIA!
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| ALLELUIA!
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| ALLELUIA! |