| Another story breaking in a safe and sleepy town
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| Awoke to feel the fury of the fuel from underground
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| There’s money in the harbor, it’s a blessing and a curse
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| There’s houses on the hillside, sigh, safety in a purse
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| And the wind and the rain ran away with us And the newspapers no longer stain
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| There was cold in your bones when the windows shut
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| Like the black smoke has blown from my eyes
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| And there’s a scar on the hillside
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| Tremors travel far but I don’t feel them like you do Remind you you’re human and remind of what we’ll lose
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| There’s money in the harbor it’s a blessing and a curse
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| There’s houses on the hillside, safety in a purse
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| And we pray for the rain and the wind to drop
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| For the calm in the eye of the storm
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| There was cold in your bones when the windows shook
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| Like the black smoke has blown from my eyes
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| There’s a scar on the hillside
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| And we pray for the rain and the wind to drop
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| For the calm in the eye of the storm
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| There was cold in your bones when the windows shook
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| Like the black smoke has blown from my eyes
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| There’s a scar on the hillside
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| And we pray for the rain and the wind to drop
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| For the calm in the eye of the storm
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| There was cold in your bones when the windows shook
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| Like the black smoke has blown from my eyes
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| There’s a scar on the hillside |