The rain is really pouring now
On the streets of London Town
The lightning strikes the fields of gold
In the heights of old creole
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Things are coming now
Strange lights up in the sky
As Dublin loses all of its pride
The thunder bolts can’t pass you by
The gasps cry out from a small child
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Things are happening now
It’s the things that we don’t know
That enables us all to grow
But you don’t know what they are
The deep memories are those that scare
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It’s all over now
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