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
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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.
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[Repeat chorus once]
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Here Comes The Flood
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| Peter Gabriel |
