| As the ground finally ceases its violent tantrums
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| We watch white caps grow like starving phantoms
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| First the sea retreats like shrinking, diseased gums
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| Baring its briny teeth before blocking out the sun
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| We will be washed clean and torn asunder
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| Crushed within our homes to drown in stone and lumber
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| We will be washed clean and torn asunder
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| Our culture swept away as we slumber
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| We will be washed clean and torn asunder
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| Moored no longer to centuries of comfort
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| Like an invading state, water storms down our streets
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| An infantry of waves, repeatedly sacking our cities
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| First the sea retreats like shrinking, diseased gums
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| Baring its briny teeth before blocking out the sun
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| Each charging wave, higher than our palace walls
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| Before my gaze, family and friends simply dissolve
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| The sea is retreating, the sea is rethinking
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| Its purpose for creating anything terrestrial
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| The sea is swelling, the sea is groaning
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| Its intentions are to reclaim us all |