| Can you call it a storm if there ain’t no rain
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| This old house has had almost all it can take
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| Is it thunder or footsteps of you pacin' the floor
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| I can’t tell the difference anymore
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| If these walls could talk, whose side would they take?
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| Both hearts end up broken either way
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| Is it your side or my side worth fighting for?
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| I can’t tell the difference anymore
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| Is it blowing over? |
| Are we caught in the eye?
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| Am I hearing sirens or is that just your crying?
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| Is it crack of a lightning or you slamming the door?
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| I can’t tell the difference anymore
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| If these walls could talk, whose side would they take?
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| Both hearts end up broken either way
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| Is it your side or my side worth fighting for?
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| I can’t tell the difference anymore
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| No, I can’t tell the difference anymore
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| Let’s take this outside, slow dance in the rain
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| Let 'em mix with the teardrops 'til they’re one and the same
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| Hold on to my body, I’ll hold on to yours
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| 'Til we can’t tell the difference anymore
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| If these walls could talk, whose side would they take?
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| Both hearts end up broken either way
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| Is it your side or my side, are you sure?
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| I can’t tell the difference anymore
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| No, I can’t tell the difference anymore |