it seems in every mystery, there's a truth you know I'm tellin', I'm tellin' you- no matter lightning or thunder, buckets of rainwater you can't flood
Fourteen rivers, fourteen floods Bend your body to the heavens above Don't get drunk, don't get dry Just bring your money next Saturday night Fourteen
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the chains and then we'll create ourselves a god without whom we cannot live. at night like a big black beast with scars and blood dark floods there'
Cry Listen For Silence The Wind Only Blows You Away Don't Ask For Heaven 'cos It's All A Dream So They Say You've Got To Wake Up The Flood's Gonna
And you can sink beneath The rapture we've spawned What have we become You know we don't have all the time in the world To make the floods seem still
what's going on in there Tossing the dice, they pay the price So they can compare And the holy [unverified] of love and reverence Fell beneath the floods
But you deceived me In an hour in a minute in a second I hope The floods will come Magnificent is disarray Watch me tumbling down Waiting and waiting for the floods
breaking to see my hands shaking I'm knee-deep in the dead still waiting Still waiting in this this well called life Tread the floods So you can hope
shaking, I'm knee-deep in the dead still wading, Still wading in this, this well called life. Tread the floods so you can hope to seize, You own reality
it seems In every mystery, there's a truth You know I'm tellin', I'm tellin' you... No matter lightning or thunder, Buckets of rainwater You can't flood
beginning to feel Like the water will never Surrender the field [Chorus:] Everyone knows Rivers will swell But they always find money They always find money They always find Money for floods
When we finally landed, on what seemed like an ocean, the natives we shouting ?run to the hills.? All that came next, I was too sad to describe it, the
Fourteen Rivers Fourteen Floods Bend your body To the heavens above Don't get drunk Don't get dry Just bring your money Next Saturday night Fourteen miles
moon That illuminates Her deceiving eyes Nothing could be more beautiful than a promise broken under a winter's night sky Nothing could be more beautiful I pray for floods
And as the faucet floods the drain drinks it's reflection Tune into the decaying radios as they lye in a landfill of wet ovetures He has read the threaded
will be gone And you can sink beneath The rapture we've spawned What have we become You know we don't have all the entire world To make the floods
