| I feel the breeze on my face in expectance
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| Not very long before the storm reaches here
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| Off in the distance the lightning is flashing again
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| Feel something strong as the power draws near
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| Is it the rolling of thunder that scares you?
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| Is it the clashing of clouds that hold fear?
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| But all I know as I sit in a corner alone
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| It takes me back to my childhood again
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| And as I wait and I look for an answer
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| To all the things going round in my head
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| I ask myself, could it be a disaster and when
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| It’s maybe threatening to happen again?
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| As the ominous light draws near
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| There’s a lone dog howls in the park
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| All the people hurry inside
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| As a lightning flash lights dark
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| The storm is nearly here
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| Only God will know
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| You’re sitting alone, you watch
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| As the wind’s blowing treetops
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| And the swaying rusting of leaves
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| Plenty of time to perceive
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| As you wait for rain to fall
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| Only God knows
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| The whole sky glows
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| Maybe lightning strikes twice
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| Maybe lightning strikes twice
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| Maybe lightning strikes twice
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| Maybe lightning strikes twice
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| Maybe lightning strikes twice
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| Maybe lightning strikes twice
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| Maybe lightning strikes twice
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| Maybe lightning strikes twice |