Found himself out into the road
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The dust up to his nose
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Put that anchor down
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To find a place where he could go
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'cause he was looking for the shelter
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From the storm
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You were looking for a place that you could call your own... you...
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Kept on, now walking past the signs you used to see
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Kept on getting used to dropping-anchor
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In the sea
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'cause you're looking for a shelter of the storm
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Looks like news that storm is coming closer every day now...
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Uuu...
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Drove himself into a town
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The roads were paved with gold
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(all the roads were paved with gold)
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Eyes wide open, shutters closed
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(eyes wide open, shutters closed)
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Just waiting for my time to know
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(quarter to twelve is time to go)
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The sorrow's hiding underground
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The rain is falling upside down
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(and the clouds are turning red like flames)
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Oh 'cause I'm looking for a shelter from the storm...
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'cause she's getting closer every daaaaaaayyyyyyeyeyeyehey!
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The storm is getting closer every day
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The storm is getting closer every day
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The storm is getting closer every day
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Every day
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The Storm
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Patrick Watson |