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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 |
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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 |
