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I'm walkin' out In a force ten gale. Birds thrown around Bullets for hail. The roof is pullin' off by its fingernails. Your voice is rapping on my window sill Yesterday's headlines blown by the wind. Yesterday's people end up scatterbrain. Any fool can easy pick a hole. (I only wish I could fall in) A moving target in a firin' range. Somewhere I'm not Scatterbrain. Somewhere I'm not Scatterbrain. Lightning fuse Powercut. Scatterbrain.