| I’ve been thinking about the time that we’re spending here
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| Refuges in a world gone cold
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| The voice of reason can’t seem to find a listening ear
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| The vote is out, the bell still tolls
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| I can’t shake this feeling
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| We’re crawling closer to the edge
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| Yet we still go out, walk about, chit and chatter
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| Let the problems of the world go by
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| I don’t really want to wake up to the pitter patter
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| Of little bombs falling from the sky
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| Tell me that we’re really all strangers
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| Tell me I’m not right
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| Tell me that there isn’t any danger
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| Tell me in the dark of the night
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| When the thunder comes
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| From distant drums
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| The winds will blow
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| The dreams of man into the indigo
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| There’s got to be a way to stop it! |
| Stop it!
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| Cause there’s no turning back once we cross that line
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| And all your money in the right pocket
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| Can’t buy you any time
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| A chilling wind feels so near
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| Will I live to meet my darkest fears
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| When the thunder comes
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| From distant drums
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| The winds will blow
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| The dreams of man into the indigo
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| We’ll see the shifting of sands
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| And the fall of mighty lands
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| Great peace will finally dawn
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| As we meet our maker
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| When the thunder comes
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| When the thunder comes
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| From distant drums
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| We’ll all be one When the thunder comes
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| The winds will blow
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| The dreams of man into the indigo
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| When the thunder comes, thunder comes, thunder comes |