| In the eye of a hurricane
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| There is quiet
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| For just a moment
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| A yellow sky
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| When I was seventeen a hurricane
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| Destroyed my town
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| I didn’t drown
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| I couldn’t seem to die
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| I wrote my way out
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| Wrote everything down far as I could see
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| I wrote my way out
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| I looked up and the town had its eyes on me
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| They passed a plate around
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| Total strangers
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| Moved to kindness by my story
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| Raised enough for me to book passage on a
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| Ship that was New York bound…
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| I wrote my way out of hell
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| I wrote my way to revolution
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| I was louder than the crack in the bell
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| I wrote Eliza love letters until she fell
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| I wrote about The Constitution and defended it well
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| And in the face of ignorance and resistance
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| I wrote financial systems into existence
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| And when my prayers to God were met with indifference
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| I picked up a pen, I wrote my own deliverance
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| In the eye of a hurricane
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| There is quiet
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| For just a moment
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| A yellow sky
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| I was twelve when my mother died
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| She was holding me
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| We were sick and she was holding me
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| I couldn’t seem to die
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| Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it…
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| I’ll write my way out…
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| Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it…
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| Write ev’rything down, far as I can see…
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| Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait… (History has its eyes on you)
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| I’ll write my way out…
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| Overwhelm them with honesty
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| This is the eye of the hurricane, this is the only
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| Way I can protect my legacy…
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| Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait…
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| The Reynolds Pamphlet |