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And the wind picked up, the fire spread |
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And the grapevine seemed, left for dead |
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And the northern sky looked |
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Like the end of days, 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 daughter's school and we picked her up |
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And drove to a cemetery on a hill, on a hill |
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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 we'd 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 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 of anywhere, where I would've rather been |
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To watch it all burn away |
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To burn away, burn, burn, burn |
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Burn, burn, burn |
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The firemen worked in double shifts |
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With prayers for rain on their lips |
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They knew it was only a matter of time |
