| ‘round your neck hung a crucifix
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| when you gave in to those politricks
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| followed them cause you liked the sound
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| bought their t-shirts and sang along
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| cyclone, cyclone, cyclone
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| the so-called saffron, saffron, saffron
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| sucked into a psalm, a pslam
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| it’s what you long for
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| then you prayed not to pray again
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| as the fog started thickening
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| sell out souls, lights flickering
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| ‘wake at night as they’re whispering
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| cyclone, cyclone, cyclone
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| the so-called saffron, saffron, saffron
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| bow down to your psalm
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| the psalm of million voices!
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| cyclone, cyclone, cyclone
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| you are traveling alone, alone, alone
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| sucked into a storm
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| storm
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| been living on bottled wine for days
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| I’ve gotten accustomed to these waves
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| and now I have taken to the stage
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| leave me here ‘till the levees break
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| cyclone, cyclone, cyclone
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| the so-called saffron, saffron, saffron
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| bow down to your psalm, your psalm
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| it’s what you long for
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| cyclone, cyclone, cyclone
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| you are traveling alone, alone, alone
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| sucked into a psalm, a psalm
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| of million voices
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| cyclone, cyclone, cyclone
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| you are traveling alone, alone, alone
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| sucked into a storm
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| you were never that into it
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| off your neck goes the crucifix |