| A lot of good it does, ducking down
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| Closer than you’ve ever been
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| To your own goddamned toes
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| And the boat comes down
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| Sand and rock
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| Bursting upward
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| Makes the sound of a thousand turmoils
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| This is something that you don’t notice
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| Until that thing is gone
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| And I will listen to you now
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| And if I tore my own tongue out
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| I think I might taste it still
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| So I will listen to you now
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| So what, you’re walking away?
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| Don’t make me say it again
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| Or I’ll come down
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| With the bugs, the snakes, and the rain
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| Yeah, I will make it a real hurricane
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| You will know my color
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| This is something that you don’t notice
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| Until that thing is gone
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| And I will listen to you now
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| And if I tore my own tongue out
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| I think I might taste it still
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| So I will listen to you now
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| Would you come in from the rain?
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| I saw buildings coming down
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| I can board up your window pane
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| But we both know we’re gonna drown
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| This is something that you don’t notice
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| Until that thing is gone
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| And I will listen to you now
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| And I done tore my own tongue out
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| And I think I can taste it still
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| So I will listen to you now |