Summer heat springs the fog
Winter storms bring the flood
Sandbag every door
Hose it down, burn wood
We built this town on a fault line
Dive in when it opens up
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The caniculus
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If the ground starts moving
Or if your clothes ignite
If you find yourself drowning
And your breath gets tight
We built this town on a fault line
Dive in when it opens up
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The caniculus
The caniculus
Stock up on the rations
Inventory of needs
If the flames stay high enough
You'll get left in the weeds
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The caniculus
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The caniculus
The caniculus
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