I SEE A HURRICAN OUT SIDE MY
WINDOW PAIN, TO STAND THERE WITHOUT
NO CARE, THIS BIG WAVE GOING TOWARDS MY WAY CAN'T MOVE ANY WAYS THESE RIVERS OF DEATH
PASSING MY WAY I SEE IT COMING
CLOSER EACH SINGLE TIME I LOOK THAT WAY,
WHY CAN IT BE A BRIGHTER DAY? THESE
BIG WAVES NEED TO GO AWAY.
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