| I dig 'til my shovel tells a secret,
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| Swear to the earth that I will keep it,
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| Brush off the dirt
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| And let my change of heart occur.
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| Sold soon after the appraisal,
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| The hammer struck the auction table
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| Louder than anything I’ve ever heard.
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| Fault lines tremble underneath my glass house.
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| But I put it out of my mind
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| Long enough to call it courage
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| To live without a lifeline.
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| I bend the definition
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| Of faith to exonerate my blind eye.
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| «'til the sirens sound, I’m safe.»
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| Meanwhile, my family’s taking shelter.
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| The sparks send the fire down the wire,
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| A countdown begins,
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| Until the dynamite gives in.
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| The echo, as wide as the equator,
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| Travels through a world of built up anger-
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| Too late to pull itself together now.
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| Fault lines tremble underneath our glass house.
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| But I put it out of my mind
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| Long enough to call it courage
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| To live without a lifeline.
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| I bend the definition
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| Of faith to exonerate my blind eye.
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| «'til the sirens sound, I’m safe.»
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| There was an earthquake.
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| There was an avalanche of change.
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| We were so afraid,
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| We cried ourselves a hurricane.
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| There were floods,
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| Tidal waves over us,
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| So we folded our hands and prayed.
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| Like a domino,
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| These wildfires grow and grow
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| Until a brand new world takes shape.
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| Fault lines tremble underneath our glass house.
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| But I put it out of my mind
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| Long enough to call it courage
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| To live without a lifeline.
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| I bend the definition
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| Of faith to exonerate my blind eye.
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| «'til the sirens sound, I’m safe.» |