| I grew up in a seaside town where the devil lives
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| Bonfire lights in the woods at night set to be afraid
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| Down the street past the sweet shop, kids dipped in angel dust
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| Up the block crooked cops always look the other way
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| Took my board away
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| Call it confiscate
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| Under a rotting log in them woods, salamanders live
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| They never have any trouble finding their own kind in the springtime
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| I know its true you’d be happier with somebody else
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| Tripping over the logs in the woods in your own time
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| In the meantime
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| I am your time
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| Just trying to talk to you straight again
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| Why would you listen to me?
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| I went from listening to lightning
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| To running from thunder
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| From getting my ass kicked, to running for cover
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| You say you’ll never be lonely
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| I don’t think you can know me
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| Cos we’re no good for each other
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| We’ll both know that when its over
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| Under this happy smile on my face there’s an angry boy
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| All he wants is to win fist fights that he lost in high school
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| I know that angry boys do not grown up lovers make
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| I promise he will be quiet long enough for
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| You to fall for
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| Baby run away
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| Just trying to talk to him straight again
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| He’ll never listen to me
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| We went from listening to lightning, to running from thunder
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| From getting our ass kicked, to running for covers
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| You’ll say you’ll never be lone…
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| Maybe its the drugs and the alcohol talking
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| Maybe it’s your neighbour and the shoes that he was walking
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| Maybe it’s the empty promise of tomorrow
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| Suspect it was the hippies and the money that they borrowed
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| Maybe there’s no Jesus here to save us from the devil
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| Maybe we’re just like Roman we can blame the Heavy Metal
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| Maybe building suburbs wasn’t such a good idea
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| Maybe this is the condition of being stupid human beings
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| Who think its possible to listen to lightning?
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| You say you’ll never be lonely, then I don’t think you can know me
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| 'Cos we’re no good for each other
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| We’ll both know that when its over
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| I know it sounds like the same damn tune, but its somebody else’s song
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| And if we’re talking about…
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| I’ll give you the lame excuse I’m gonna do what my father did
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| Baby if that’s all we got, baby we don’t deserve this |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song From Listening To Lightning , by - Wheatus. Song from the album Pop, Songs & Death: Vol. 1 - The Lightning EP, in the genre Альтернатива