| They’re battening down the town tonight
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| Piling high to quell the might
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| That’s been sleeping on the carousel
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| That turns the water in the well
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| She’s woken up, with the early light
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| Across the strait the buoy’s bell’s chime
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| The radio warns them not to dwell
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| As the water turns, inside the well
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| No time, no time, to turn away
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| No time, no time to lose this day
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| It’s gonna blow a gale tonight
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| No time, no time tonight
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| Kyla see’s the wild wind bend
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| The Norfolk pines at the rivers end
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| A southern storm that broke the spell
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| That turned the water in her well
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| And the shoreline wastes
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| And the sea doth roar
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| We’re just specs of dust
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| On a dirty floor
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| They opened up the bottle top
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| And let the genie twist and hop
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| That swam beyond the autumn swell
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| That turned the water into hell
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| No time, this time, to find your faith
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| No time, this time, to lose your way
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| It’s gonna blow a gale tonight
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| No time, no time tonight |