Lord I must be dreamin'
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What else could this be
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Everybody's screamin'
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Runnin' for the sea
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Holy lands are sinkin'
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Birds take to the sky
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The prophets are all stinkin' drunk
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I know the reason why
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Eyes are full of desire
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Mind is so ill at ease
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Everything is on fire
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Shit piled up to the knees
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Out of rhyme or reason
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Everyone's to blame
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Children of the season
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Don't be lame
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Sorry, you're so sorry
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Don't be sorry
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Man has known
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And now he's blown it
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Upside-down and hell's the only sound
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We did an awful job
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And now they say it's nobody's fault
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Old St. Andres
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Seven years ago
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Shove it up their richters
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Redlines come and go
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Noblemen of courage
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Listen with their ears
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Spoke but how discouragin'
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No one really hears
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One of these days you'll be sorry
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Too many houses on the stilt
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Three million years or just a story
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Four on the floor up to the hilt
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Out of rhyme or reason
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Everyone's to blame
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Children of the season
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Don't be lame
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Sorry, you're so sorry
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Don't be sorry
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Man has known
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And now he's blown it
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Upside-down and hell's the only sound
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We did an awful job
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And now they say it's nobody's fault
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Eyes are full of desire
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Mind is so ill at ease
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Everything is on fire
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Shit piled up in debris
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California showtime
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Five o'clock's the news
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Everybody's concubine
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Was prone to take a snooze
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Sorry, you're so sorry
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Don't be sorry
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Man has known
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And now he's blown it
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Upside-down and hell's the only sound
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We did an awful job
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And now they say it's nobody's fault
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Nobody's Fault
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