| Morning, it’s another pure grey morning
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| Don’t know what the day is holding
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| And I get up fightin'
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| Hoping I walk right into the path of a lightning bolt
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| The Siren of an ambulance comes howling
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| Right through the center of town and
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| No one blinks an eye
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| And I look up to the sky for the path of a lightning bolt
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| Met her as the angels parted for her
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| But she only brought me torture
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| But that’s what happens
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| When it’s you that’s standing in the path of a lightning bolt
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| Everyone I see just walks the walk with gritted teeth
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| But I just stand by and I wait my time
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| They say you gotta toe the line, they want the water not the wine
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| But when I see the signs I’ll jump on that lightning bolt
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| And chances, people tell you not to take chances
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| And they tell you that there aren’t any answers
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| And I was starting to agree
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| But I awoke suddenly in the path of a lightning bolt
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| And fortune, people talking all about fortune
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| Do you make it or does it just call you
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| In the blinking of an eye
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| Just another passerby in the path of a lightning bolt
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| Everyone I see just walks the walk with gritted teeth
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| But I just stand by and I wait my time
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| They say you gotta toe the line, they want the water not the wine
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| But when I see the signs I jump on that lightning bolt
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| In silence, I was lying back gazing skyward
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| When the moment got shattered
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| I remembered what she said
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| And then she fled into the path of a lightning bolt |