Let me tell you a story.
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A tornado is on its way
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to blow your fence away.
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When the pieces are scattered
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and your colours are looking pale
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you'll notice the charade.
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(chorus)
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How do you feel today,
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like angel dust or tidal waves.
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And if your drink looks gray,
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it's just the flavour of the day.
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Have you tried to taste the rain?
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The river floats in mysterious ways.
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And if your heart looks gray,
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it's just the flavour of the day.
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Let me tell you a secret.
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A river is on its way
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to wash your face away.
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I didn't mean to scare you.
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I didn't mean to shake you up.
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I didn't mean to scare you.
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I didn't mean to shake you up.
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(chorus)
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(chorus)
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Flavour Of The Day
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| Crest |
