| It ticks just like a Timex
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| It never lets up on you
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| Who said life was easy
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| The job is never through
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| It’ll run us 'til we’re ragged
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| It’ll harden our hearts
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| And love could use a day of rest
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| Before we both start falling apart
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| Pray that it’s raining on Sunday
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| Stormin' like crazy
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| We’ll hide under the covers all afternoon
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| Baby whatever comes Monday
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| Can take care of itself
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| 'Cause we got better things that we could do When it’s raining on Sunday
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| Your love is like religion
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| A cross in Mexico
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| And your kiss is like the innocence
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| Of a prayer nailed to a door
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| Oh surrender in much sweeter
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| When we both let it go Let the water wash our bodies clean
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| And love wash our souls
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| Pray that it’s raining on Sunday
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| Stormin' like crazy
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| We’ll hide under the covers all afternoon
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| Baby whatever comes Monday
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| Can take care of itself
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| 'Cause we got better things that we could do When it’s raining on Sunday
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| Pray that it’s raining on Sunday
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| Stormin' like crazy
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| We’ll hide under the covers all afternoon
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| Baby whatever comes Monday
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| Can take care of itself
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| 'Cause we got better things that we could do When it’s raining on Sunday
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| When it’s raining on Sunday
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| When it’s raining on Sunday
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| Let it rain |