| There’s people who believe
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| That what we’re to receive
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| Is meant to happen anyway
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| Then there’re those who’ll admit
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| That they’re literally scared stiff of it
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| No matter what you say
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| Then there are those who’ll astound
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| By simply being around to play
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| Thunder and lightning ain’t worth fighting
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| So lock yourself away or else face it all tonight
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| I was supposed to meet her at eight
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| Now I find it’s gone eight
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| And I haven’t done a thing
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| There’s people all around me
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| People who have found me
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| Not very funny when I sing
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| A little song about the bad things
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| The weather can do
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| Thunder and lightning ain’t worth fighting
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| So lock yourself away or else face it all tonight
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| People running everywhere
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| There’s not a soul who’ll stay out there
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| And I don’t think there will be tonight
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| But we’ve got to accept what’s right
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| Thunder and lightning
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| I’m trying hard to remember
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| Was it last November
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| When I got caught under a tree
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| I stood there like a fool
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| Without so much as a stool
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| That I could sit upon to comfort me
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| I shudder at the thought
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| Howerer I got out safely
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| Thunder and lightning … |