| We were sitting on the front porch
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| With the weather rolling in
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| Laughing louder than the big south wind
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| You ran out to roll your window up
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| Light rain falling in your hair
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| Your tan legs checkered from a folding chair
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| There’s country music in the kitchen
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| I hear it singing through the screen
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| Weather warnings in between
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| Glad you got out of the city
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| There’s no telling what’s in store
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| Along the 35 Corridor
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| Kerosene to feed the flame
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| Your effect is quite the same
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| Shadows dancing on the wall
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| Waiting for the sky to fall
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| «Couldn't ask for better weather»
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| You were saying with a grin
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| To the sound of hailstones hitting tin
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| It’s loud enough you gotta yell now
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| The whole thing hits me like a song
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| A pretty one that won’t last long
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| Kerosene to feed the flame
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| Your effect is quite the same
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| Shadows dancing on the wall
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| Waiting for the sky to fall
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| Waiting for the sky to fall
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| In the broken morning light
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| That simple shade of blue
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| The kind that always follows you
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| Kerosene to feed the flame
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| Your effect is quite the same
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| Shadows dancing on the wall
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| Waiting for the sky to fall
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| Waiting for the sky to fall |