| The storm that is underway is gonna rock that house of yours
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| Leaving you no place to hide
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| How are you gonna manage from then on
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| The wind that is but a moan will soon be howling at your door
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| You’re tucked up safe inside
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| But are you gonna stay in till it’s gone
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| You check locks and latches
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| And batten down hatches
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| But the gale will send flying all that it catches
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| How are you gonna deal with it, baby?
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| When everything you had got planned
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| Seems to come crashing down… there… before your eyes
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| How are you gonna deal with it, baby?
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| When everything gets out of hand… and all that once mattered
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| Is picked up and scattered
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| You’re out in the cold
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| But you hold on and hope to survive
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| When the dust has all settled you’ll find a way to survive
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| Still closed up or open wide
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| How are you gonna play it from now on
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| The storm has passed and you’re relieved
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| Love’s still alive
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| It could have curled up and died
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| There is no way to play it when it’s gone
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| You check locks and latches
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| And batten down hatches
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| But the gale will send flying all that it catches
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| How are you gonna deal with it, baby?
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| When everything you had got planned
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| Seems to come crashing down… there… before your eyes
|
| How are you gonna deal with it, baby?
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| When everything gets out of hand… and all that once mattered
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| Is picked up and scattered
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| You’re out in the cold
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| But you hold on and hope to survive |