Firestorm

[00:00.13] The sky is orange, and red is the bridge
[00:07.24] A vision fit for end times, California summertime
[00:13.94] The tannin, oak, and sugar pine
[00:17.23] The veteran sequoia, armored for a firestorm
[00:23.99] Like one we've never seen before
[00:27.59] A blazing trail from Malibu
[00:31.39] Move to Portland, moving fast
[00:34.47] Turning the suburbs into ash
[00:37.46] Now we know how the deer feel
[00:40.93] Lots of dock town rain dance
[00:47.25] All day at the surf shop
[00:50.64] God's BYO
[00:54.32] Rain, rain, fall
[00:57.77] Rain, rain, fall
[01:01.28] Rain, rain, fall
[01:04.41] Rain, fall
[01:15.25] Warning of sirens and amber alerts
[01:21.81] From California dreams to red flag warning
[01:26.87] Time to go, and you can never go back home
[01:32.26] The Avenue of Giants, will it stand another day?
[01:38.87] How many burns before we break
[01:42.27] The heart of Colonel Armstrong?
[01:46.04] Lots of dock town rain dance
[01:52.11] All day at the surf shop
[01:55.74] God's BYO
[01:59.40] Rain, rain, fall
[02:02.82] Rain, rain, fall
[02:06.13] Rain, rain, fall
[02:09.64] Rain, rain, fall
[02:12.94] Rain, rain, fall
[02:16.21] Rain, rain, fall
[02:19.56] Rain, rain, fall
[02:22.88] Rain, fall
[02:33.56] Go call the number
[02:37.19] On the horse's hoof
[02:40.68] And tell them that we found her in our pool
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