| The wind and rain are here again
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| And a powerless darkness had laid me down
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| The lights are out all over town
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| But the earthquake got me out of bed
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| The earthquake got me out of bed
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| See the little bird fly 'round his head
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| As the little boy sits on the ground
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| And makes the toy cars drive around
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| It’s a loss that I can’t comprehend
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| It’s a loss that I can’t comprehend
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| (There's been a fundamental loss beyond comprehending)
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| Cause his mother died the other day
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| He’s only three years old
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| Her body’s gone but her soul is here to stay
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| See the little birdy-watch him grow
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| See the little birdy-watch him grow
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| (And grow and grow and grow and grow and grow and grow and grow)
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| October ended with a single feather funneling its way
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| To muddy Earth in front of funny sparrow copycatting
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| Eventually it would select and circle one
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| As if to pause and crown the victim of a loss I wasn’t comprehending
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| There’s been a fundamental loss we aren’t comprehending
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| (It's a loss that I can’t comprehend)
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| It’s said the winged in post-mortal visitation echo well
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| The stasis of a spirit taken from its only home
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| A legend quoted by the wreathing of a grieving child
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| When all that’s left to do is sit and watch the creatures grow and grow
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| And grow and grow and grow and grow and grow and grow and grow
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| (See the little birdy watch him grow)
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| The winds and rain have begun inching in a frame
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| (The winds and rains and here again)
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| Like darkness with a bounty on whatever lay me down
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| (And a powerless darkness had laid me down)
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| The town had been retiring to its quarters as if waiting for the earthquake
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| (The lights are out all over town but the earthquake)
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| Got me out of bed
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| The earthquake got me out of bed
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| The earthquake got me out of bed
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| The earthquake got me out of bed |