| Standing in the driveway
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| Trying to see it your way
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| Knowing you’re gone
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| Knowing you’re gone
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| As the night bird starts to sing
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| Tail lights say everything I need to know
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| But I won’t let you go
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| I can’t help my heart
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| I can’t catch the wind
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| So every night I’ll raise the dead
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| And face the ghost of us again
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| I can’t stop the flood
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| Or drown your memory
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| I can be a hurricane
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| Of driving rain and misery
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| Oh, we might be worlds apart
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| But I can’t help my heart
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| Ever see a lighting strike
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| Far away in the dead of night make a sound
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| When it hits the ground
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| When I first looked in your eyes
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| I fell too hard to recognize the storm
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| A warning, I should have known
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| I can’t help my heart
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| I can’t catch the wind
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| So every night I’ll raise the dead
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| And face the ghost of us again
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| I can’t stop the flood
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| Or drown your memory
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| I can be a hurricane
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| Of driving rain and misery
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| Oh, we might be worlds apart
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| But I can’t help my heart
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| No I can’t help my heart
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| I can’t catch the wind
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| So every night I’ll raise the dead
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| And face the ghost of us again
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| I can’t stop the flood
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| Or drown your memory
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| I can be a hurricane
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| Of driving rain and misery
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| Oh, we might be worlds apart (we might be worlds apart)
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| We might be worlds apart (we might be worlds apart)
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| But I can’t help my heart
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| I can’t help my heart
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| Standing in the driveway
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| Trying to see it your way |