| The rains incessant prattle rides restless in the saddle
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| A land of a million horses power trotting to the pattern
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| The rains incessant prattle
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| Marches on & on & on & on & on & on & on &on
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| It began at sea
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| Three cross currents concurrently
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| Creating the mother of all tempests to be
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| Enter percipitation and Ioniozation
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| The cloud cover hovered 'round ten thousand feet
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| They sent it swiftly to meet
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| The oceans waves peaks
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| Along the jet stream
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| Bars of fog sparkin', rollin, and pourin
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| Needles of rain
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| Thunderin' like god bowlin' lane
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| Crashing and Clapping
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| The master craftsman passionately
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| Expressing his anger as angst
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| And flashes of rain
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| Insanity and fascinating
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| Irrationally lashing out
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| Fashioning from his magesic means
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| Patters and waves
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| Gravity couldn’t tame
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| Battering seas with scenes
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| The skies were stained
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| With the light white panes
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| Of lightening veins
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| By the grey clouds
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| With grey silk ingrained
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| Devastatin'(2x)
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| Devastation (1x)
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| The Baltic, Bulboous, Cumlous
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| Looked more like swabs of cottoon in a charcoal dip
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| Stretched across all four tips of the horizion
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| Yet it’s movement was swift
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| But there seemed to be a shift
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| The squall paused
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| With an oddness and stillness that felt
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| …Ominous
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| Now if the storm was the servant
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| And near the earths surface
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| The congregation was stirrin', nervous, swervin'
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| Like a burnin' furnace yearnin'
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| It was churnin', peturbed
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| And quite determined to be heard
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| So the ocean floor burst
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| The earthquake merged
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| And formed a network of cooridors
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| Which made the earth porous
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| The forch surged forth
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| The surf roared
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| And the stormin surf above
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| It assumed the same course
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| Now the rain poured water
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| And the basin toward corners
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| And they both aimed toward the northern Califorina Shores
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| And as the wind whispered warning
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| The ground hinted authority
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| The long shoremen lean
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| Foreward oars
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| Lower corner
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| It’s quadruples in proportion
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| He was floored
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| By his formal introduction to the force!
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| Devastatin'!
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| Riveting whirlwinds Chorus (3x)
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| At the same time Rains incessant pattern Chorus (4x)
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| That afternoon the appatite of the catasrophe beast cooled
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| Began by snackin' on the panoramic view
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| Population of people
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| Every single house was feeble
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| In the eye of mouth of the storm
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| The needle of the richtor scale teeterd and trembled
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| So beautifully warm, Picturesque
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| Hail shot through the window ceil
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| The glass splinters sailed
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| Through the innards
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| Of little Children
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| Waitin for dinner
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| They entered and exited
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| The earth split like god flesh
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| And them engulfed two whole blocks
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| The roofs blew off like screw off tops
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| The school of the arts, the schooner docks
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| Plus huge supermarkets
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| And all its human contents
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| Uprooted and scooped on top
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| Like Duplo blocks
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| Now few alive to announce
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| The true accounts what really amounts
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| To rumor mills spouted huge amounts and dollar damage
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| The doom, the trials, the tribulations
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| Who can do with out the balance between life and total devastation
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| Everything aroound you shakin'
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| And you quakin'
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| And you feel the rockin of the foundation
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| Is made a slave to vibration
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| Then down you go
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| Your minds been slow
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| Around you so
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| Dishes flying out of the kitchen cabinet do'(door)
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| A few crashin' when they smashin' the windows
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| Thats when you recognize isn’t just the terror in your eyes
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| Or the fear between your ears
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| It’s the thunderin' and the rumblin'
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| Is it over you’re now wonderin'
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| That’s when the telephone poll
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| Rips through the roof
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| And adds the wide stake to your livin' room
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| Natures heavy burden is now pass along to you
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| Your house heaves and pulls
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| You watch the house next door
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| Swallowed by a sinkhole
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| It’s outta coontrol, whoa!
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| Rivetin' worldwinds rippin the world
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| Women and children wait a minute were all in jeapordy (2x)
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| The wind brought the rain, the rain cleared the lane
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| And still made room for more rockin'
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| The quake shook the state, the state took the bait
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| And sank, and still made room for more rockin (echos)
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| It’s like the bible says
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| The Final days
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| The tidal wave
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| The earth to quake
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| The storm to raise
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| Simultaneously
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| Smack the land mass
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| Bordering
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| Cal-i-for-ni-a
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| The pourin' rain
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| The Smoke and flame
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| The earth a gaping opening
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| From growin' pains
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| Broken main regurgatitin'
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| Automatin'
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| Pain
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| You’re off and daughter screams in vain
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| The black became a rectangular lake
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| Some people greivin', neighborhoods that hydroplane
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| Heaven heavin', kept repeatin'
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| Passenger and everybody try to escape
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| On half a tank
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| Hearts palpitate
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| Valves breakin
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| Cal state
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| Fault line
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| Open wide
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| Ya fall flyin'
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| Clothesline
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| (??) car
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| Blindsided by a semi
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| Fallin'
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| Cascadin'
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| Golden gate
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| Girders
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| Following you
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| Spiraling down the hemmoraging falls
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| Devastatin!(1x)
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| Devastatin!(1x) |