| There’s a mean storm comin'
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| Strong enough to cut you down
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| There’s a war been wagin'
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| Better get the children underground
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| I know we’re far beyond the point of no return
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| Let’s say we light a fire and be the first to burn
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| Do you recall the day when we went wrong?
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| Time is flyin', ease you’re weary mind we’ll be alone
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| Where the skies are grey, where we belong
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| Time is flyin', ease you’re weary mind we’ll be alone
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| Where we belong
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| There’s a freight train comin'
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| Barrelin' around the bend
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| There’s a red light flashin
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| Ladies and gentlemen this is the end
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| I do believe that we’ve a lesson left to learn
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| So take your seats your salutations and your turn
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| Do you recall the day when we went wrong?
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| Time is flyin', ease you’re weary mind we’ll be alone
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| Where the skies are grey, where we belong
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| Time is flyin', ease you’re weary mind we’ll be alone
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| Where we belong
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| And on the way to our salvation
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| we’ll be making plans
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| to overthrow the king
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| and pick apart the promised lands
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| Do you recall the day when we went wrong?
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| Time is flyin', ease you’re weary mind we’ll be alone
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| Where the skies are grey, where we belong
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| Time is flyin', ease you’re weary mind we’ll be alone
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| Where we belong |