The whole city makes me sick
Nobody looks after it
It is dirty
And it is hurting
But there are thirteen ways to disappear
Thirteen ways to be more clear
You shouldn't be here
Oh you shouldn't be here
So won't you please
I'm down on wounded knees
Oh won't you flood these empty streets now?
Oh look, look at how it's raining
Oh look, and see now how it rains
Oh look, and see the water rising
Oh look, and see now how it pours
And as I raise my finger point at me
The last light is swallowed by the sea
Oh it ain't so sad
No it ain't too bad
Because I made a big discovery
There were two holes and we were in between
It's not our fault that it's all over
So won't you please
I'm down on bended knee
Oh won't you flood, oh flood these empty fields
And won't you flood these empty streets?
Oh look, look it's raining
Oh look, and see now it rains
Oh won't you look at how it's raining?
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