| Change
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| The river is blocked
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| The road is hot
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| The sky is blazing
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| Black smoke on the rise
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| The weather holds
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| Until it’s on you
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| And then suddenly breaks
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| I curl right back into the sound
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| I take one breath and spiral down
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| And you not watching the road
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| Or watching the flood stage rise
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| And we are yearlings
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| Not watching the tide run out
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| Till what the daylight hides
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| Is known
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| Yearlings
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| Not watching the tide run out
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| We are yearlings (I curl right back into the sound)
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| Feeling the blood break down
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| Yearlings (I take one breath and spiral down) (The sky is blazing)
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| Not watching the tide run out
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| We are yearlings (I curl right back into the sound) (Until it’s on you)
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| Feeling the blood break down
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| Yearlings (I take one breath and spiral down)
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| Not watching the tide run out
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| We are yearlings (I curl right back into the sound)
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| Feeling the blood break down |