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"Hurricane Eye" lyrics

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"Hurricane Eye"

They try to tell me that this world is not sick and dying
I see trouble every time when I'm awake
My eyes are open wide

My eyes are open wide
My eyes are open wide

Now we have to think of that mean old river
Washed-out dreams and deadly mudslides
Now we have to think of that hurricane eye
Bearing down with no conscience
Whipping down from the sky

Whipping down from the sky
Whipping down from the sky

Don't want to think of that evening sun going down
For the last time, for the very last time
Now there's destruction when Santa Ana winds blow
And feed a firestorm like hell from on high

Like hell from on high
Like hell from on high

Like hell from on high
Like hell from on high
Like hell from on high
Like hell from on high


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album: "Sound Signal Serenades" (2026)
Son Volt - Sound Signal Serenades album cover
Kaleidosphere (Devil His Due)
Away From The Blues
Serenade Song
Don Quixote's Dream
The High Wall / Carnival Country
Hurricane Eye
The New Low-Down
This Mess Of A World
Walkin' In A Maze
Illinois Central
Guardian Angel
New Born Soul
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