| The clouds hit a formation, now they’re perfectly aligned,
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| And the trees just seem a pushover to a wind this great.
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| It’s swinging down in spirals, or an invisible sheet,
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| A see-through wave to sweep up those who dare to be late.
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| And the sky is screaming murder, look at him murder,
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| He’s a murder, murderer.
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| He’s a murder, he’s a murderer,
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| He’s a murder, he’s a murderer…
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| A depression looms upon us, a bank of thick black cloud.
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| I feel a drop in temperature, hear a thunder clap.
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| My heart beats out my rib cage, my lungs are burst black balloons,
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| Nothing’s ever seemed as uncertain, as everything is now.
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| Will you stop screaming murder, look at our maker
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| — He's a murder, murderer.
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| He’s a murder, he’s a murderer,
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| He’s a murder, he’s a murderer…
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| Ten, nine, eight more seconds until I am gone,
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| …I will be letting go… |