| Look just over the horizon you see a cold front coming on
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| And just a few short miles behind your smile I can see a storm
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| Well look up in the sky and it’s clear outside
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| But it’s clear in here that something about to die
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| I don’t know the reason why, but I can tell by that look in your eye
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| Oh, I can hear the storm warning
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| It’s right there in the tone of your voice
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| The way it’s standing here, it’s a fork in the road
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| And it’s time to make a choice
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| And staring thought this fog, it’s clear to see,
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| My sticking round here ain’t good for you or for me
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| I don’t know the reason why, but I can tell by that look in your eye
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| Discretion is the better part of valour
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| Six of one, a half a dozen of the other
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| No harm, no foul, nobody right or wrong
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| But I’m hooked up first thing smokin' baby
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| You can miss me when I’m gone
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| Now you know this ain’t the first time
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| That it has rained on our parade
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| And we both know that when this here wind blows
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| It’s time to call a spade a spade
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| It looks we are in for some might rough weather
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| Just like every other time you and me try to get together
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| I sure don’t know the reason why, but I can tell by that look in your eye
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| Discretion is the better part of valour
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| It’s either six of one, or half a dozen of the other
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| No harm, no foul, nobody right or wrong
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| But I’m hooked up first thing smokin' baby
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| You can miss me when I’m gone |