Hurricane Counseling

You took my home - now where shall I roam?

Nowhere to lay, nowhere to play because this nasty gal took it all away.

It's not just me, how could it be? I look around, there's no homes to see!

Who did you dirty? Not us - not Jersey!

Sandy, if you had just calmed down

We could have talked,

Could've turned it all around.

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The Waking Hour

this is great.

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