| I can hear the storm is a coming
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| From the way that the rain’s falling down
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| The people in the town is a running
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| Because they unfamiliar with the sound
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| And the lightning crashed against the window
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| And the thunder loosen up the wood floors
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| And the Fire Marshall say he on the way
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| Ain’t believe in the warning that I gave
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| I said that town’s going crazy
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| I tried to tell them, tried to warn them
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| I said that town’s going crazy
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| I tried to tell them, tried to warn them
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| Everybody afraid
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| The dogs at all the homes barking loud
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| The tree fell, the car hit the light pole
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| The traffic sign laying on the ground
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| But I warned them, I told them I said that I warned them
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| But they didn’t listen, they laughed at me, they didn’t listen
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| Now they hoping, they begging they pleading they hoping
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| That I can provide a way to make it out
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| I said that town’s going crazy
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| I tried to tell them, tried to warn them
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| I said that town’s going crazy
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| I tried to tell them, tried to warn them
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| I said that town’s going crazy
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| I tried to tell them, tried to warn them
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| I said that town’s going crazy
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| I tried to tell them, tried to warn them
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| The ground swept up from under our feet
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| The moon light dull, even the shadows look weak
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| The local cafe torn down on the street
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| Water not being drained, even the sidewalks deep
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| The aftermath of a community grown without fear
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| Not even love from a fellow neighbor, could hold back tear |