| The day before it happened
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| Nothing mattered
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| Well, at least that’s what you said…
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| I tried to catch your words
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| But managed ten percent…
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| I ??? |
| against the wall
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| Close my eyes…
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| I try a little less
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| You let me use my intuition
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| You would not let me rest…
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| The day before
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| The day before it happened
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| Missiles flattened this poor village
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| By mistake…
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| They pulled a baby from the flakes…
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| Undamaged, smiling, wide awake…
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| A general cried;
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| Admitted: «Oh the lord, he moves in such mysterious ways.»
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| They docked his pay and shipped him to Antartica…
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| Now wasn’t that a shame?
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| The day before it happens
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| We shall all be unprepared…
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| Heard him shouting from the pulpit
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| Saw it splattered on the stairs…
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| Wondered if the time was right
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| To fix my teeth…
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| Dye my hair…
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| Next year…
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| Maybe next year…
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| Oh, the day it should have happened
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| Nothing happened
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| Next year
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| Next year |