| When the river comes up and the stepping stones are lost
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| And the roach are swimming in the floods
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| And the sound of the trees
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| Talking in the breeze
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| The whisteling wind surround you
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| And the rooster will crow
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| And the smokes stakes will glow
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| The rainbows will light up your breaches
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| You’ve gotta find beauty in disaster
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| 'cause it will happen forever and after
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| And the notes that you wrote
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| On the old mighty oak
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| Are taken and set to be stone
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| And the rooster will crow
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| And the smokes stakes will glow
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| The rainbows will light up your breaches
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| You’ve gotta find beauty in disaster
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| 'cause it will happen forever and after
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| You’ve gotta find beauty in disaster
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| 'cause it will happen forever and after
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| When it feels so right but you know that it’s not
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| And the rats and the rabbits
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| And the vultures have gone
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| You can lie on your own in the midday sun
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| And find beauty in disaster
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| 'cause it will happen forever and after
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| You’ve gotta find beauty in disaster
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| 'cause it will happen forever and after
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| I’ve gotta find beauty in disaster
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| 'cause it will happen forever and after |