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The quarter moon like chalk on a slate
Board the windows up before it's too late

The weather man and my horoscope both agree
It's not in the stars tonight for folks like me

I chase the minute hand around my watch
and smell the rain blowing in

A flashlight for my soul and a blanket for the cold
I guess we'll sit this one through

Ah it's hurricane season
Batten down the hatches boys
It's hurricane season

Rain blurred on a night like this
You'd think there's nothing left on earth

The wind measures out the size of my bones
and tries to tell me what they're worth

Then it all starts up, gets out of control
And your life blows up like a great big balloon

It gets sucked up by the swirling wind
and you know another hurricane is coming through again

At the edge of the mariner's map it's written
"Beyond this place lie monsters"

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At the edge of the mariner's map it's written
Things like this can't be forgiven
At the edge of the mariner's map it's written
Beyond this place, beyond this place