| Scratch my back with a lightning bolt
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| Thunder rolls like a bass drum note
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| The sound of the weather is Heaven’s ragtime band
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| We all fell down from the Milky Way
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| Hangin' round here till Judgment Day
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| Heaven only knows who’s in command
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| Barefoot children in the rain
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| Got no need to explain
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| We’d be swingin' on a ball and chain
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| It’s always understood by those who play the game
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| Barefoot children in the rain
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| Show me yours and I’ll show you mine
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| Take me back to days full of monkeyshines
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| Bouncin' on a bubble full of trouble in the summer sun
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| Keep your raft from the riverboat
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| Fiction over fact always has my vote
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| And wrinkles only go where the smiles have been
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| Barefoot children in the rain
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| Got no need to explain
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| We’d be swingin' on a ball and chain
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| It’s always understood by those who play the game
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| Barefoot children in the rain
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| Barefoot children in the rain
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| Scratch my back with a lightning bolt
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| Thunder rolls like a bass drum note
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| The sound of the weather is Heaven’s ragtime band
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| The sky turns blue and the sun appears
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| But the question’s still what are we doin' here
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| I don’t think the answer’s close at hand
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| Barefoot children in the rain
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| Got no need to explain
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| We’d be swingin' on a ball and chain
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| It’s always understood by those who play the game
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| Barefoot children in the rain
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| In the rain…
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| In the rain… |