He said, boys let's paint the sky.
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It's do or die
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And black tonight
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We shoot um down
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Beneath this high horse that we ride
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Soft skin boys we blow away
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On this dirt path that you play
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It's to the fair
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For this family to stay
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They'll stay, stay, stay
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And breakaway
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And as all the churches fall
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So does, so does the ferris wheel
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Oh what a great tornado
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All the rides and petty fights
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Turn to nothing with the night
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Except the wind
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It gathers quickly up the light
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Little girls wait in line
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For their maypole dirty sides
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Shouting out as they swiftly spin around
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They spin around, around, around
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Til they fall down
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And as all the churches fall
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So does, so does the ferris wheel
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Oh what a great tornado
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The cowboys they pull out their guns
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And all the children run
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The cowboys they pull out their guns
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And all the children run
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The cowboys they pull out their guns
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And all children run
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The cowboys they pull out their guns
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And all children run
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The cowboys they pull out their guns
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The cowboys they pull out their guns
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And all children run
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And as all the churches fall
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Fall
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So does the ferris wheel
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Under the great tornadohhh
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The Tornado Song
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| Company Of Thieves |
