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There’s a chill in the air

Like a wind from the past

It comes muddling up the certainties

And tearing down securities

There’s a rumbling and screaming

There’s a threatening sound

You’re still dancing my friend

But there’s a crack in the ground

Where are you gonna be?

Will you stand, will you hush, will you flee?

I hear the rabble-rousers nag

I hear the perpetrators brag

See the lemmings and the goblins

Follow the stone-cold hearts again

Where are you gonna be?

Will you stand, will you hush, will you flee?

Oh, I smell some heavy rain…

Just pray this storm won’t come!

Tell meWhere are you gonna be?

Will you stand, will you hush, will you flee?

What are you gonna do?

Will you still have the guts to be you?