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Lyrics:
Naked from the fee From the decade of the bees On a new road With no true know that see it
There's doubt in every face There's a liar on the stage And what good is it If you don't hear him say of believing
Every clap brings out a warning Get ready for the storm, it's coming Yeah, it's coming
So slap back in the face For a city county race And a coin drops in the box Don't change the meter
There's a storm and it's a raging In the belly of the slaving It's coming, yeah it's coming It's coming, hey it's coming
And when the wind howls at your gate Already it is too late It's coming, it's coming
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