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 When the wind picked 
 and the  spread
 and the grapevine seemed left  dead
  the northern sky looked like the end of days,
 the  of days
 
 A wake up call to a rented 
 Sounded like an alarm of  doom.
 To warn us it's only  matter of time.
 Before we  burn
  we all burn
 Before we all 
  we all burn
 
  bought some wine and some papar cups
 near your daughter's school  we picked her up
  drove to a cemetery on a hill.
 
 Where we watched the plumes paint the sky 
 as she laughed  danced through the field of graves
 there i new it  be alright
 that everything would be 
 would be alright
 would be alright
 would be alright.
 
 And the  reports on the radio
 said it was getting 
 as the  air fanned the flames.
 But i couldn't think  anywhere i would hve rather been
 to watch it all burn 
 burn away.
 
 The firemen  in double shifts,
 with  for rain on their lips,
 and thay knew it was  a matter of time.