| Let’s throw out the hotel comforter and hang the 'do not disturb'
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| Sign me up for the storm
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| I’ll wear my suit for the shower
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| Cause I’ll have you to keep me warm in the coldest hour
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| And when the darkness falls under your hair, there I’ll be
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| And crazy is the forecast all week
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| Well every kiss, every hug is so light on that touch, delicate like a snowflake
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| Well I can taste, I can taste, I can taste, I can taste you all over my face
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| And everyone might find it foolish to not be counting on the sun
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| But your mouth is my umbrella now
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| Because I’m holding your tongue
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| And when the darkness falls under your hair, there I’ll be
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| And crazy is the forecast all week
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| There’s a good chance in hell
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| Like cats and dogs we’ll be flying
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| And I’m no weatherman
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| But you are lightning, striking
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| Here comes that sun
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| Want rain
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| All at once
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| How it sing
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| In the midst of the morning pull up a blanket of a cloud
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| And await for the warning of another come down
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| Because the water is healthy for the roses in your cheeks
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| My well holds plenty for penny wishin' in your deep end
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| And when the lights go out, no doubt, with you I’ll be
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| And crazy is the forecast all week
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| And if them rains should fall for sure with you I’ll be
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| Ah because crazy is the forecast all week long
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| Crazy is the forecast |