| The roll of distant thunder breaks
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| The afternoon of silence wakes
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| They hurry through from Petergate as if they know this dance
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| In fury blind I drive at night
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| Across the moors, the open roads
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| Beneath the freezing starry skies, racing in some trance
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| These cities are illusions of some triumph over Nature’s laws
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| We’ve seen the iron carcass rust and buildings topple into dust
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| And as the waters rise it seems we cling to all the rootless things
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| The Christian lies, technology, while spirits scream and sing…
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| Oh, God, I love the world
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| Well I never said I was a clever man
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| But I know enough to understand
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| That the endless leaps and forward plans will someday have to cease
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| You blind yourselves with comfort lies
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| Like lightning never strikes you twice
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| And we laugh at your amazed surprise as the Ark begins to sink
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| The temple that is built so well, to separate us from ourselves
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| Is a power grown beyond control and a will without a face
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| And watching from outside I wish that I could wash my hands of this
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| But we are locked together here, this bittersweet embrace…
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| Oh, God, I love the world
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| And if one day the final fire
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| Explodes across the whitened sky
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| I know you said you’d rather die and make it over fast
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| With courage from your bravest friends
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| Waiting outside for the end
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| With no bitterness but an innocence that I can’t seem to grasp
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| I know, somehow I will survive this fury just to stay alive
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| So drunk with sickness, weak with pain
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| I can walk the hills one last time
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| Scarred and smiling, dying slow
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| I’ll scream to no one left at all
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| I told you so, I told you so, I told you so…
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| Oh, God, I love the world |