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Naked from the feet

 From the decade of the bees

 On a new road

 With no true know that see it

 There's doubt in every face

 And 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 the 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, it's coming

 It's coming, 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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