| Lay on down and I hit the lights
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| Close my eyes on a quiet night
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| I feel a dream and I’m sleeping too
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| Hearin' little drops on my windowsill
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| I know that sound, the smell of dotting rain
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| She moves my weather vane
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| She is the storm, and the calm, that proceeds
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| The howling wind and the still air in-between
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| And I see, the clouds rolling in
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| With a force to knock me down
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| And pick me up again
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| She calls in quick no warning signs
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| The lightning strikes from wild skies
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| The things I hope are waterproof
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| Are tested as she rains through my roof
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| All I can do, is wait for it to pass
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| Hold down, and hope to last
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| She is the storm, and the calm, that proceeds
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| The howling wind and the still air in-between
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| And I see, the clouds rolling in
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| With force to knock me down
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| And pick me up again
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| Now the streets are flooding and the powers out
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| No use running and I’m heading out
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| I pull my hatch and I batten down
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| I face the storm and I hold my ground
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| She is the storm, and the calm, that proceeds
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| The howling wind and the still air in-between
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| And I see, the clouds rolling in
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| With a force to knock me down
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| And pick me up again
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| And when she leaves, I want her back again
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| Her storm, I took comfort in
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| Mmmm, I took comfort in |