| Look at the water
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| There’s a storm that is raging
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| Like some biblical tide
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| That will sweep us away
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| All the good times gone so wrong
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| Tender years are flying
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| Run from the fire
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| That some idiot started
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| Cause he believed that the burning
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| Would be good for the temple
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| All the good men gone so wrong
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| Can’t you hear them lying?
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| What do you do
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| When history stops in it’s tracks
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| There’s a meaning
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| But I don’t know what it is
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| There’s a leaning
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| But I don’t know which way it’s falling
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| All I can do is try
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| To get out of the way
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| Grasp at emotions
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| That I stretch to the limits
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| Cause I shout out denial
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| In the face of disaster
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| All the good times gone so wrong
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| Tender years are dying
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| What do you do
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| When history stops in it’s tracks
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| There’s a meaning
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| But I don’t know what it is
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| There’s a leaning
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| But I don’t know which way it’s falling
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| All I can do is try
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| To get out of the way
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| So uneasy
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| But I got no way of knowing
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| Hurricane coming
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| But I don’t know which way it’s blowing
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| So get out of the way
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| All I can do is try
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| Wait for the tide to rise
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| But change of the seasons
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| Don’t mean reason’s winning out
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| What do you do
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| When history stops in it’s tracks
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| There’s a meaning
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| But I don’t know what it is
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| There’s a leaning
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| But I don’t know which way it’s falling
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| All I can do is try
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| Try to get out of the way
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| All I can do is try
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| To get out of the way |