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Wake me when it’s over
I close my eyes and plea When the wrath of God is spent And the flood waters recede. Wake me when it’s over Just let me sleep til then When the violent winds have stilled And the sun breaks through again Wake me when it’s over I’ m willing to concede I don’t look good in storm gear And sleep is what I need Wake me when it’s over I lack the guts for glory Let the studly Anderson Cooper Report this hurricane story
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