| The whole town nearly died
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| When rocks flew from the sky
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| The stray dogs whined and howled
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| At dark foreboding clouds
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| The mayor screamed and fled
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| The priest hid under his bed
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| Uprooted trees did spin
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| To the sound of a merciless wind
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| Will you love me when I’m old?
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| I’m still hoping I can get that far
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| No one escaped the whirlwind’s hold
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| Except the jailer and his pack of cards
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| And I sit outside watching falling stars
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| Playing D minor chords on a Spanish guitar
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| Well, clothes blew through the streets
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| And so did cinema seats
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| Their souls could not be saved
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| I dug a thousand graves
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| Will you love me when I’m old?
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| And I’m still hoping I can get that far
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| No one escaped the whirlwind’s hold
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| Except the jailer and his pack of cards
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| And I sit outside watching falling stars
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| Playing D minor chords on a Spanish guitar |