The clouds are running
away from the sky
Mr. sun is coming
Making us dry
The wind goes
from cold to hot
The asfalt is melting
in the parkinglot
Oh noes, what's up?
A volcano shoots from the ground
The terror, the horror
Oh, I wish the rain would fall on our mound
The water is flowing
in a huge stream
And I wake in a puddle of sweat
Thank God it was all a dream
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