| I’ve seen a fire start in Frisco
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| The day that the earth quaked
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| I’ve seen buildings a-blazing
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| Throwing up in flames
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| I heard men, women and children
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| Crying out to their God for mercy
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| But their God didn’t listen
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| So they were burned alive
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| They went down, down, deep underground
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| In the great disaster
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| I was hanging out in New York
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| In the year two thousand and one
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| I’ve seen steel birds falling down in great fire
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| I’ve seen so many wars
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| I’ve seen men send rockets out into space
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| I foresee a holocaust
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| An angel of death descending to destroy the human race
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| Down, down, deep undergound
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| A great disaster
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| In the sixteenth century there was a French philosopher
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| By the name of Nostradamus
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| Who prophesised that in the late twentieth century
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| An angel of death shall waste this land
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| A holocaust the likes of which
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| This planet had never seen
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| Now, I ask you
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| Do you believe this to be true?
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| I was standing by the bedside
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| The night that my father died
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| He was crying out in pain
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| To his God he said, «Have mercy, mercy!»
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| His body was riddled with a disease
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| Unknown to man so he expected no cure
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| But before he died that night
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| He was lost, insane
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| He went down, down, deep underground
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| A great disaster
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| You’ll go down, down, deep underground
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| A great disaster |