| It was dark and it wasn’t just the nighttime
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| The crowd was silent but their eyes were on dead time
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| The air was laden down with malice and silence
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| A recipe with just a sprinkle of violence
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| And then the atmosphere began to crackle and fizz
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| You can’t put your finger on whatever it is
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| (Hey!) Who’s that girl with the electric eyes?
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| Just stand well back and watch the needle rise
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| Opened my eyes at eleven (that's a.m.)
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| Said a prayer, crossed my heart and said amen
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| Black clouds, low pressure in my head
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| But I ignored what my barometer and heart said
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| And then the atmosphere began to buckle and chill
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| Yeah, the mood was heavy but the air was still
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| And with the beat turned of their was just one end
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| And the heavens split with all that God could send
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| And then the atmosphere began to crackle and fizz
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| You can’t put your finger on whatever it is
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| (Hey!) Who’s that girl with the electric eyes?
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| Just stand well back and watch the needle rise |