I remember the day it came
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Washed everything in a humbling blue
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Highways and ferries the same
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Drowned in the flood like the prayers we knew
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And I lost all track of my time
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And some other current much faster than mine
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Took down the trees on the river
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Like advice that would never be given
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Lay back down with my eyes closed
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I let all my air out of my nose
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Let all the earth melt to glorious mud
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Smiled for a while six feet under the flood
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And I couldn't find my boots
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The water, it was knee-high
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So I lay in my bed
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Stared out my window at the dry sky
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And I woke up underneath
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All that was humbled in blue
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Realized I was more
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More comfortable than my mother still
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Laid back down with my eyes closed
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I let all the air out of my nose
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I let all my dirt melt to glorious mud
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Smiled for a while six feet under the flood
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The Flood
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| Mason Jennings |
