He's giving up on his human costume
and all he sees is a heaving tide
swelling on up, swelling on up, Father tell us something
to let us breathe just a little while
Drum up the storm, Baltimore
Spring is choking under the perfume
of good intentions and burning tires
flaring on up, flaring on up, Father sing us something
to let us sleep just a little while
Drum up the storm, Baltimore
Ain't giving up on my plans to exist
I'm telling you just the way it is
Drum up the storm, Baltimore
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