I Ain't Joking When I'm Telling You That While In The Yakima Digging Up Them Thunderegg Stones.
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Well, We Cracked Them Wide Open, The Mountain Started Smoking And The Sky Turned The Color Of A Crow.
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Fires In The Northlands,
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Floods To The South.
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Put The Pedal To The Metal,
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And Let It All Hang Out.
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Fires In The Northlands,
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Floods To The South.
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Put The Pedal To The Metal
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And Let It All Hang Out.
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The Ash Turned To Confetti, Alleluia!
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Outside Them Great Tri-Cities, Alleluia!
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Oh, God Showed His Great Mercy, Alleluia!
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Turned Ash Into Confetti, Alleluia!
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Handkerchiefs On Coughing Mouths, Running To The Full Hotels Left Us With No Other Place But Home.
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And In The Distance Tail Lights Came And Went Sometimes As Eyes Of Vulcan Sorcery.
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Fires In The Northlands,
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Floods To The South.
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Put The Pedal To The Metal,
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And Let It All Hang Out.
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Fires In The Northlands,
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Floods To The South.
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Put The Pedal To The Metal
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And Let It All Hang Out.
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The Ash Turned To Confetti, Alleluia!
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Outside Them Great Tri-Cities, Alleluia!
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Oh, God Showed His Great Mercy, Alleluia!
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Turned Ash Into Confetti, Alleluia!
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Maybe We'll Make It To That Rise.
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Maybe We'll See Another Sun Rise.
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The Ash Turned To Confetti, Alleluia!
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Outside Them Great Tri-Cities, Alleluia!
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Oh, God Showed His Great Mercy, Alleluia!
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Turned Ash Into Confetti, Alleluia!
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The Ash Turned To Confetti, Alleluia!
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Outside Them Great Tri-Cities, Alleluia!
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Oh, God Showed His Great Mercy, Alleluia!
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Turned Ash Into Confetti, Alleluia!
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Sinkemlow
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