| There’s a thing they say in our town
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| If it happens once it’ll come around again
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| Never in the same place, again
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| Never with the same face, again
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| Can you feel the movement like an earthquake
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| And the heavens tremble
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| As we do the shake again
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| Never get the message, again
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| We memorize the passage, listen
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| Who’ll play the pipes, sound the trumpets loud
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| Turn the amps on high, bring it to the crowd
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| Let the people know, put it in a song
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| Here comes the final day and it won’t be long
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| Wake up, get up, stand up, catch up again
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| Writing’s on the wall, again
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| Can you hear the call, listen
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| Who’ll play the pipes, sound the trumpets loud
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| Turn the amps on high, bring it to the crowd
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| Let the people know, put it in a song
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| Here comes the final day and it won’t be long |