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I’m longing for a storm to blow through town

And blow these sad old buildings down

Fire to burn what fire may

And rain to wash it all away

But the storm won’t come

But the storm won’t come

I’m longing for the storm

But the storm won’t come

There’s a smell of death where I lay my head

So I’ll go to the storm instead

I’ll seek it out, stand in the rain

Thunder and lightning, and I’ll scream my name

But it’s never the same

But it’s never the same

The storm must come to me

And the storm won’t come

Not a leaf is stirred, nor dust is blown

There is no storm, so I’ll make my own

Paint up the walls and I’ll burn what’s rotten

Throw out all the old and the half-forgotten

But I’m not as strong

But I’m not as strong

As the wind and the rain

And the storm won’t come

But the storm won’t come

And the storm won’t come

I’m longing for the storm

But the storm won’t come

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