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Water gray, through the windows, up the stairs
Chilling rain, like an ocean everywhere

"Don't want to reach for me, do you?
I mean nothing to you, the little things give you away
And now there will be no mistaking
The levees are breaking"

All you've ever wanted
Was someone to truly look up to you
And six feet under water, I do

Hope decays
Generations disappear
Washed away,
As a nation simply stares

"Don't want to reach for me, do you?
I mean nothing to you, the little things give you away
And now there will be no mistaking
The levees are breaking"

All you've ever wanted
Was someone to truly look up to you
And six feet under water, I do

All you've ever wanted
Was someone to truly look up to you
And six feet underground

Now I do...

Oh, oh...

"The little things give you away, the little things give you away"
(All you've ever wanted was someone to truly look up to you)