| He said, «Boys, let’s paint the sky.»
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| It’s do or die in black tonight
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| We’ll shoot 'em down beneath this high horse that we ride
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| Soft skinned boys lead the way
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| On this dirt path that you play
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| It’s to the fair for this family to stay
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| Well stay, stay, stay and break away
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| And as all the churches fall
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| So does, so does the ferris wheel
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| Oh what a great tornado
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| All the rides and penny fights
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| Turn to nothing with the night
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| Except the wind gathers quickly up the lights
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| Little girls wait in line for their maple dirty tie
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| Shout it out as they sweetly spin around
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| They spin around, around, around 'til they fall down
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| And as all the churches fall
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| So does, so does the ferris wheel
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| Oh what a great tornado
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| Cowboy, they pull out their guns
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| And all the children run
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| And as all the churches fall
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| So does, so does the ferris wheel
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| Oh what a great tornado |