| The Thunderclouds
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| Broke up
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| And the rain dried up, the lightning let up
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| The clacking shutters just shut up
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| There’s no black or white, no change in the light
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| No night, no golden sun
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| The sound of cars, the smell of bars
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| The awful feeling of electric heat
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| Under fluorescent lights, there’s sacrifice
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| There’s hard feelings, there’s pointless waste
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| I want wind to blow
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| My clothes off me, sweep me off my feet
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| Take me up, don’t bring me back
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| Oh, where I can see days pass by me
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| I have no head to hold in grief
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| But there’s no hope for me, I’ve been set free
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| There’s no breeze, there’s no ship on my sea |