| Three thirty in the morning
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| Not a soul in sight
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| City’s lookin' like a ghost town on the moonless summer night
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| Rain drops on the windshield
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| There’s a storm movin' in
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| He’s heading back from somewhere that he never should have been
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| And the thunder rolls
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| And the thunder rolls
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| Every light is burnin' in a house across town
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| She’s pacin' by the telephone in her faded flannel gown
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| Askin' for a miracle, hoping she’s not right
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| Prayin' it’s the weather thats has kept him out all night
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| And the thunder rolls
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| And the thunder rolls
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| And the thunder rolls
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| And the lightning strikes
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| Another love grows cold
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| On the sleepless night
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| As the storm goes on out of control,
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| Deep in her heart
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| The thunder rolls
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| She’s waiting by the window when he pulls into the drive
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| She rushes out to hold him, thankful he’s alive
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| Alomg with the wind and rain, a strange new perfume rolls
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| And the lightning flashes in her eyes,
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| And he knows that she knows
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| And the thunder rolls
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| And the thunder rolls
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| The thunder rolls
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| And the lightning strikes
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| Another love grows cold on the sleepless night
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| As the storm goes on out of control
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| Deep in her heart
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| The thunder rolls |