| When the night shows
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| The signals grow on radios
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| All the strange things
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| They come and go, as early warnings
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| Stranded starfish have no place to hide
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| Still waiting for the swollen Easter tide
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| There’s no point in direction we cannot
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| Even choose a side.
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| I took the old track
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| The hollow shoulder, across the waters
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| On the tall cliffs
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| They were getting older, sons and daughters
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| The jaded underworld was riding high
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| Waves of steel hurled metal at the sky
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| And as the nail sunk in the cloud, the rain
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| Was warm and soaked the crowd.
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| Lord, here comes the flood
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| We’ll say goodbye to flesh and blood
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| If again the seas are silent
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| In any still alive
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| It’ll be those who gave their island to survive
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| Drink up, dreamers, you’re running dry.
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| When the flood calls
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| You have no home, you have no walls
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| In the thunder crash
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| You’re a thousand minds, within a flash
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| Don’t be afraid to cry at what you see
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| The actors gone, there’s only you and me And if we break before the dawn, they’ll
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| Use up what we used to be.
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| Lord, here comes the flood
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| We’ll say goodbye to flesh and blood
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| If again the seas are silent
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| In any still alive
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| It’ll be those who gave their island to survive
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| Drink up, dreamers, you’re running dry. |