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I wanna go out, but it's raining outside |
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And there's this thunder, there's this thunder |
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I want to get my bike and go where it's peace and quiet |
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But there's this thunder, there's this thunder |
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Rushing through my body, rushing through what's all of me |
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And you can tell me I am pretty, but I don't really care |
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And you can tell me I am lucky |
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But I don't listen on that ear |
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And you can tell me I'm like a spoiled kid |
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And I'll be angry but I won't hear |
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When you're just trying to get the thunder away from my head |
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There's a small black box somewhere inside and it's locked |
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I call it my thunder, it's my thunder |
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But when it comes out, oh I hate it so much |
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It's my thunder, It's the thunder |
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Rushing through my body, rushing through what's all of me |
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And you can tell me... |
