Lyric
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In
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the
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eye
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of
|
a
|
hurricane
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there
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is
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quiet
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for
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just
|
a
|
moment
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a
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yellow
|
sky.
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When
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I
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was
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seventeen
|
a
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hurricane,
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destroyed
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my
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town,
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I
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didn't
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drown
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I
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couldn't
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seem
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to
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die.
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I
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wrote
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my
|
way
|
out,
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wrote
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everything
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down
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far
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as
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I
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could
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see.
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I
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wrote
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my
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Lyric
|
way
|
out
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I
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looked
|
up
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and
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the
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town
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had
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its
|
eyes
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on
|
me.
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They
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passed
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a
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plate
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around
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total
|
strangers
|
moved
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to
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kindness
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by
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my
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story,
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raised
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enough
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for
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me
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to
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book
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passage
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on
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a
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ship
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that
|
was
|
New
|
York
|
bound.
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I
|
wrote
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my
|
way
|
out
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of
|
hell.
|
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Lyric
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I
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wrote
|
my
|
way
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to
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revolution.
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I
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was
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louder
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than
|
the
|
crack
|
in
|
the
|
bell.
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I
|
wrote
|
Eliza
|
love
|
letters
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until
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she
|
fell.
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I
|
wrote
|
about
|
The
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Constitution
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and
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defended
|
it
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well
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and
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in
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the
|
face
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of
|
ignorance
|
and
|
resistance.
|
I
|
wrote
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financial
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systems
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into
|
existence
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and
|
when
|
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Lyric
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my
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prayers
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to
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God
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were
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met
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with
|
indifference
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I
|
picked
|
up
|
a
|
pen,
|
I
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wrote
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my
|
own
|
deliverance.
|
In
|
the
|
eye
|
of
|
a
|
hurricane
|
there
|
is
|
quiet
|
for
|
just
|
a
|
moment
|
a
|
yellow
|
sky.
|
I
|
was
|
twelve
|
when
|
my
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mother
|
died,
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she
|
was
|
holding
|
me.
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We
|
were
|
sick
|
|
Lyric
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and
|
she
|
was
|
holding
|
me
|
I
|
couldn't
|
seem
|
to
|
die.
|
Wait
|
for
|
it,
|
wait
|
for
|
it,
|
wait
|
for
|
it.
|
(I'll
|
write
|
my
|
way
|
out.)
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Wait
|
for
|
it,
|
wait
|
for
|
it,
|
wait
|
for
|
it.
|
(Write
|
everything
|
down,
|
far
|
as
|
I
|
can
|
see.)
|
Wait
|
for
|
it,
|
wait
|
for
|
it,
|
wait
|
|
Lyric
|
for
|
it,
|
wait.
|
(History
|
has
|
its
|
eyes
|
on
|
you.)
|
I'll
|
write
|
my
|
way
|
out
|
overwhelm
|
them
|
with
|
honesty.
|
This
|
is
|
the
|
eye
|
of
|
the
|
hurricane,
|
this
|
is
|
the
|
only
|
way
|
I
|
can
|
protect
|
my
|
legacy.
|
Wait
|
for
|
it,
|
wait
|
for
|
it,
|
wait
|
for
|
it,
|
wait.
|
The
|
Reynolds
|
Pamphlet.
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2. In the line, "This is the eye of the hurricane," at the end, you made "eye" plural.