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Sick Kind of Storm
there's a sick kind of storm
sweeping the city
and the lucky skyscrapers
express their pity
she didn't know
it was a tornado
and she whistled on her way
ignorance is bliss
as she blows the storm a kiss
it carries her up
as she applies her makeup
contrary to common belief
she's as fragil as a leaf
seldom green
such potential
such a passion
be rational
stop, drop, and roll
before you fall
into the self-dug hole
