Irma

When the storm is almost over
When the gates have opened up
We'll be treading water...
You don't know it but you'll have to go sir
On your way and you best behave

There's a paper cup that's blown away
No one ever takes their conscience on their way
And they best behave
She's a coming, everyone inside
Better hope we make through the night and day
Do we really have to say...

Cause I feel that unspoken history
Implodes in front of me, it took this long to see



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