| I feel the ground crumble and water bleed
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| Bags of grain must protect the deed
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| Though river’s straight and narrow
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| The rising tide spells doom for all at river’s side
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| Clinging upon the gallows above her waves
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| You and I both were sliding down
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| The water’s running faster, give up your self
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| And we’ll be praised for what we’ve done
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| Beneath the tides, there is nothing left of us
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| See our bodies glide
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| Beneath the waves, our cities become our graves
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| Feel our souls divide
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| Bring us the floods, wash us from this earth
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| Succumb to the tide
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| Our time has come
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| Antediluvian |