Pray for your darling,
pray for your pets,
there's a storm a'coming,
saying what you got is less.
Hush all your children,
shave all your beard,
there's a storm a'coming,
calling your names on the hill.
Close all your workshops,
call all your friends,
there's a storm a'coming,
and there is no turning back.
Nail all your windows,
look at your hands,
there's a storm a'coming,
saying what you got is less.
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