| Oh, babe, leave in the key when locking the door
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| Close the curtains turn the lights down low
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| Shut the world outside
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| I don’t wanna hear it tonight
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| Oh, babe, don’t make me watch the 8 o’clock news
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| We’ll be a bunch of ignorant fools
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| And it tears me up inside
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| But I don’t wanna hear it tonight
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| 'Cause it’s pouring out of the sky
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| Onto the streets and into my life
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| Pouring out of the sky
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| Onto the streets and into my life
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| Oh, babe, with those little precious presents upstairs
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| I don’t wanna be so worried and scared
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| Now let me close my eyes
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| And I don’t wanna hear it tonight
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| Oh, babe, let me hide inside your bunker of arms
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| I pray your love works like a lucky charm
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| And I may sound dumb and blind
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| But I must believe it tonight, oh (make me believe it tonight)
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| 'Cause it’s pouring out of the sky
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| Onto the streets and into my life
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| Pouring out of the sky
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| Onto the streets and into my life
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| Onto the streets and into my life
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| Onto the streets, oh, oh
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| Onto the streets and into my life |