| There’s a funny lightning
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| Threatening with striking
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| But it moves too quick for a picture
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| There’s a funny lightning
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| 'Round the corner hiding
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| But I’m too smart just to catch it
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| With gloves and rubber
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| So I stay put right here
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| Watching the sky for tears
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| Let the fools and cowboys roar to wrecks
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| But if I should wake up and find my home’s in half
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| Who is it? |
| Blame nature, I guess I have to laugh
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| And if I should wake up and find my bed has moved
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| Six inches, six closer to the west
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| But this funny lightning
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| I wanna invite in
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| If I could learn how to teach it
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| I salt the corners of
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| My room because, because
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| A ghost can never be too careful
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| And if I should wake up and find my home’s in half?
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| Who did it? |
| Oh nature, I hope you have a laugh
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| And if I should wake up and find my bed has moved
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| Twelve inches, twelve closer to my god
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| Whip crash there’s a flash and I’m back to wanting more
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| The crack is movin' up the wall
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| Whip crash there’s flash and I’m back to wanting more
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| I can’t help thinking this is war |