| There’s a pain the west
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| A sinking feeling deep down in their chests
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| A little a girl, a town with her name
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| Her daddy died before she had came
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| To see the place and just how it laid to waste
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| The rain it came and did not stop
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| All the streets filling up to their tops
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| It’s coming up to their knees
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| The river had its way it did as it pleased
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| On the water’s sheen there’s rainbows of gasoline
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| Good Lord, what have we done for this dark dirty sun?
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| Lord of mine, where have you been?
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| When there’s trouble you are nowhere to be seen
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| A little town like a lamb
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| Well, a lion come down and took their dam
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| February was lean, and March came to scream |