| When the wind picked up And the fire spread
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| And the grapevines seemed left for dead.
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| And the northern sky, like the end of day,
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| The end of days.
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| A wake up call to a rancid room
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| Sounded like an alarm of impending doom.
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| To warn us it’s only a matter of time.
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| Before we all burn
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| I brought some wine and some papercups
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| Near your daughter’s school when we picked her up And drove to the cemetary on a hill
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| On a hill.
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| And we watched the plumes make the sky gray
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| And she laughed and dance through the field of grays
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| There i knew it would be alright
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| That everything would be alright,
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| Would be alright
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| Would be alright
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| Would be alright.
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| And the news reports on the radio
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| Said it was getting worse
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| Cause the ocean air found the flame.
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| But i couldn’t think there was anywhere i would have rather been
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| To watch it all burn away.
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| To burn away.
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| The firemen worked in double shifts,
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| With prayers of rain on their lips
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| And they knew it was only a matter of time. |