| I feel a storm coming on and I want make it right tonight
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| There’s a tired in your eyes I can tell you’re on the verge of crying
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| Baby pack something warm and a couple of things you’d miss if you had to be
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| gone for a week,
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| let’s go find someplace you can disappear till this storm passes over and your
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| sky grows clear…
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| In my arms… Pretty girl, you can runaway
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| Get lost somewhere, get stranded wait out this hurricane
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| A broken down motel on a beach only cash where they don’t ask for names
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| Till you get your feet back under you baby we can live like castaways
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| We can get so busy hard to tell who we are anymore
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| Need a long stretch of sand we can walk, build a fire, cuddle up warm
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| Lay your hair in the grass let me whisper your name
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| Take your mind off the crazy medicate your pain
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| till the noise goes quiet and the chains go slack
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| baby close your eyes its time to fall back…
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| In my arms… Pretty girl, you can runaway
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| Get lost somewhere get stranded wait out this hurricane
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| A little seaside town carnival closed down where nobody will look for days
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| Till you get your feet back under you baby let’s live like castaways
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| Yeah it’s coming back I can see it, peeking through your smoky hair
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| A little hint of smile in the corner of your eyes baby come over here,
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| come over here…
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| In my arms… Pretty girl, you can runaway
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| Get lost out here under an old oak pier, listen to the waves
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| A broken down motel on a beach only cash where they don’t ask no names
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| Till you get your feet back under you baby we can live like castaways
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| Empty bottles on a beach yeah just you and me we can stay out here for days
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| Till you get your feet back under you baby let’s live like castaways |