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to hide, gonna hold on
All the walls around are broken down
Now I can hear the rising sun

Surrounded by everything I want, but nothing that I need
I was
Neither one of us is getting out of here alive
Both of us are stranded and we won't make it back inside
The whole world is blowing away
We just
A little bit south of West Virginia
The miles go by and the engine roars
I've come so far tryin' to forget you
So far from that slammin' door
round

Come a little gamma ray
Standing in a hurricane
Your brains are bored
Like a refugee
From the houses burning
And the heat waves
Calling
for hurricane, hurricane

Forever, imagine your locked down forever
Could y'all stand the weather?
Could you hold it together?
You tell me that you
of the hurricane

I'm flopping on my bed like a flying squirrel
Like a little girl hurt by the big bad world
Yeah it's twisting up my insides
Can't hide it
of the hurricane

I'm flopping on my bed like a flying squirrel
Like a little girl hurt by the big bad world
Yeah it's twisting up my insides
Can't hide it
round, round 

Come a little gamma ray 
Standing in a hurricane 
Your brains are bored 
Like a refugee 
From the houses burning 
And the heat wave's
of the hurricane

I'm flopping on my bed like a flying squirrel
Like a little girl hurt by the big bad world
Yeah it's twisting up my insides
Can't hide it
a little too loud or a little too close
There's a hurricane in the back of her throat
And she thinks she's made of candy

Liberate your sons and daughters
Little by little by little by little by little
Little by little by little by little by little

You're messing up my life
Tearing me apart
Little by little by little by little by little
Little by little by little by little by little

You're messing up my life
Tearing me apart
Little by little by little by little by little
Little by little by little by little by little

You're messing up my life, tearing me apart
Breaking
You can't depend on anything really
There's no promises there's no point
There's no good there's no bad
In this dirty little joint

No dope
You can't depend on anything really
There's no promises there's no point
There's no good there's no bad
In this dirty little joint 
No dope
Tank is full, switch is on
Night is warm, cops are gone
Rocket bike is all her own
It's called a hurricane

She told me once it's quite a ride
Blossom for me rose
Stretch out underneath the stars
And when tomorrow comes
I will hold you up
Little blossom, shining in the sun

Without any place
forever 
Could y'all stand the weather?
Could you hold it together?
You tell me that you know the pain

Yo, imagine if your life was like a hurricane
the hour and older by the minute
My boss just pushed me over the limit
I'd love to call him something, but I think I'll just call it a day

Pour me
by the minute
My boss just pushed me over the limit
I'd like to call him somethin' but think I'll just call it a day

And pour me somethin' tall
by the minute
My boss just pushed me over the limit
I'd like to call him somethin' but think I'll just call it a day

And pour me somethin' tall
another line (alone in my window)
Watchin' my time pass me by, in my window say yeah
hurricane comes...

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I hollered don't ask me why
Everybody needs love
You're no exception to the rule
And don't make me feel like a fool

'Cause I'll try a little harder
You'll see it my way
Detroit City, then pay attention. I'm about to sing your song son.

Well, I'm not a man appointed judge
To bear ill-will and hold a grudge
But I think
Everybody needs love
You're no exception to the rule
And don't make me feel like a fool

'Cause I'll try a little harder
You'll see it my way