| Three thirty in the mornin', not a soul in sight
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| The city’s lookin' like a ghost town on a moonless summer night
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| Raindrops on the windshield, there’s a storm movin' in
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| He’s headin' back from somewhere that he never should have been
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| And the thunder rolls
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| And the thunder rolls
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| Every light is burnin' in a house across town
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| She’s pacin' by the telephone in her faded flannel gown
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| Askin' for a miracle, hopin' she’s not right
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| Prayin' it’s the weather that’s kept him out all night
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| And the thunder rolls
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| And the thunder rolls
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| The thunder rolls, and the lightnin' strikes
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| Another love grows cold on a sleepless night
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| As the storm blows on out of control
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| Deep in her heart the thunder rolls
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| She’s waitin' by the window when he pulls into the drive
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| She rushes out to hold him, thankful he’s alive
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| But on the wind and rain a strange new perfume blows
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| And the lightnin' flashes in her eyes, and he knows that she knows
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| And the thunder rolls
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| And the thunder rolls
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| The thunder rolls, and the lightnin' strikes
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| Another love grows cold on a sleepless night
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| As the storm blows on out of control
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| Deep in her heart the thunder rolls
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| She runs back down the hallway, and through the bedroom door
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| She reaches for the pistol kept in the dresser drawer
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| Tells the lady in the mirror, «He won’t do this again»
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| 'Cause tonight will be the last time she’ll wonder where he’s been
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| The thunder rolls, and the lightnin' strikes
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| Another love grows cold on a sleepless night
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| As the storm blows on out of control
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| Deep in her heart the thunder rolls |