| I know I promised if the ground shakes
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| That it wouldn’t be an earthquake
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| But no train has left the station
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| And no other explanation
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| So now you’re analyzing fault lines
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| And convincing yourself of past lies
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| Should I break our vow of silence
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| And scream, «Get out of the basement»
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| I know I promised we would never
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| Have to talk about the weather
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| Just to fill the air between us
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| Never dreamed that we would need it
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| But the lightning and the thunder
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| Sometimes make me wonder
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| If I should break our vow of silence
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| And scream, «Get down to the basement»
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| I can see the funnel right outside
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| But I’m too tired to hide
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| Yeah, I’m too tired to hide
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| The funnel’s right outside
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| But I’m too tired to hide
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| I excuse this one exception
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| As emergency protection
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| But now we’re bored and underground
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| Making noises for the background
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| And our only entertainment
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| Is staring at the foundation
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| And wondering if that step crack
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| Is something we created
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| I can the the funnel right outside
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| But I’m too tired to hide
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| Yeah, I’m too tired to hide
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| The funnel’s right outside
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| But I’m too tired to hide
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| Was it something we created? |