When the wind picked up the fire spread
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And the grapevines seemed left for dead
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And the Northern sky looked like the end of days
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The end of days
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The wake-up call to a rented room
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Sounded like an alarm of impending doom
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To warn us it's only a matter of time
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Before we all burn
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Before we all burn
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Before we all burn
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Before we all burn
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We bought some wine and some paper cups
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Near your daughters school when we picked her up
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And drove to a cemetery on a hill
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On a hill
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And we watched the plumes paint the sky gray
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But she laughed and danced through the field of graves
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And there I knew it would be alright
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That everything would be alright
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Would be alright
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Would be alright
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Would be alright
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And the news reports on the radio
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Said it was getting worse
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As the ocean air fanned the flames
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But I couldn't think
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Of anywhere I would have rather been
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To watch it all burn away
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To burn away
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And the firemen worked in double shifts
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With prayers for rain on their lips
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And they knew it was only a matter of time
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Grapevine Fires
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| Death Cab For Cutie |
