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Here Comes The Flood
When the night shows
The signals grow on radios
All the strange things
They come and go, as early warnings
Stranded starfish have no place to hide
Still waiting for the swollen Eastern tide
There's no point in direction we cannot
Even choose a side.
I took the old track
The hollow shoulder, across the waters
On the tall cliffs
They were getting older, sons and daughters
The jaded underworld was riding high
Waves of steel hurled metal at the sky
And as the nail sunk in the cloud, the rain
Was warm and soaked the crowd.
Lord, here comes the flood
Here we'll say goodbye to flesh and blood
If again the seas are silent
In any still alive
It'll be those who gave their island to survive
Drink up, dreamers, you're running dry.
When the flood calls
You have no home, you have no walls
In the thunder crash
You're a thousand minds, within a flash
Don't be afraid to cry at what you see
The actors gone, there's only you and me
If we break before the dawn
They'll use up what we used to be.
Lord, here comes the flood
We'll say goodbye to flesh and blood
If again the seas are silent
In any still alive
It'll be those who gave their island to survive
Drink up, dreamers, you're running dry.
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Drink up, dreamers, you're running dry.
It'll be those who gave their island to survive
In any still alive
If again the seas are silent
We'll say goodbye to flesh and blood
Lord, here comes the flood
They'll use up what we used to be.
If we break before the dawn
The actors gone, there's only you and me
Don't be afraid to cry at what you see
You're a thousand minds, within a flash
In the thunder crash
You have no home, you have no walls
When the flood calls
Drink up, dreamers, you're running dry.
It'll be those who gave their island to survive
In any still alive
If again the seas are silent
Here we'll say goodbye to flesh and blood
Lord, here comes the flood
Was warm and soaked the crowd.
And as the nail sunk in the cloud, the rain
Waves of steel hurled metal at the sky
The jaded underworld was riding high
They were getting older, sons and daughters
On the tall cliffs
The hollow shoulder, across the waters
I took the old track
Even choose a side.
There's no point in direction we cannot
Still waiting for the swollen Eastern tide
Stranded starfish have no place to hide
They come and go, as early warnings
All the strange things
The signals grow on radios
When the night shows
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| HHere CComes TThe FFlood |
| ere omes he lood |
| eHre oCmes hTe lFood |
| jere fomes fhe clood |
| jHere fComes fThe cFlood |
| Hjere Cfomes Tfhe Fclood |
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| uere xomes 5he rlood |
| uHere xComes 5The rFlood |
| Huere Cxomes T5he Frlood |
| nere vomes hhe glood |
| nHere vComes hThe gFlood |
| Hnere Cvomes Thhe Fglood |
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| bere domes yhe tlood |
| bHere dComes yThe tFlood |
| Hbere Cdomes Tyhe Ftlood |
| gere Coomes 6he vlood |
| gHere Cmes 6The vFlood |
| Hgere Cmoes T6he Fvlood |
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| yere Ckmes ghe dlood |
| yHere Ckomes gThe dFlood |
| Hyere Cokmes Tghe Fdlood |
| Heere C9mes rhe Fllood |
| Hre C9omes rThe Food |
| Hree Co9mes Trhe Folod |
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| Hsre C0mes Fkood |
| Hsere C0omes Te Fklood |
| Hesre Co0mes Teh Flkood |
| H3re Clmes Tje Foood |
| H3ere Clomes Tjhe Folood |
| He3re Colmes Thje Floood |
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| Hfre Cimes Tue Fpood |
| Hfere Ciomes Tuhe Fplood |
| Hefre Coimes Thue Flpood |
| Hrre Commes Tne |
| Hrere Coes Tnhe Flod |
| Herre Coems Thne Flood |
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| H4re Cojes Tbe Flkod |
| H4ere Cojmes Tbhe |
| He4re Comjes Thbe Flokod |
| Hdre Cokes Tge Fl9od |
| Hdere Fl9ood |
| Hedre Comkes Thge Flo9od |
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| Hwre Cones Tye Fl0od |
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