| Hurricanes spit and tornado
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| Growl over London today
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| Brought some God-fire to the state
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| Beam onto Earth Jerusalem
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| The spirit it comes upon a mighty wave
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| Felt some God-fire in its wake
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| I call to the dance, now the party begun
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| Alcohol, holiday, I’m a drunken bass drum
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| Levitating youth jump around the May Queen
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| A time for revival or maybe just a marvelous dream
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| And the moon rises high, it come call me
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| The end of the cycle has come again
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| (Oh) I am helpless, innate
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| Awake in the matin next morning
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| Empty a belly and courting my time on earth
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| I am helpless advocate
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| I call to the dance, now the party begun
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| Alcohol, holiday, I’m a drunken bass drum
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| Old gander moon (?) spirit side go swap your beds
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| The looters of your heart will prove that you are not quite dead |