Three thirty in the morning
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Not a soul insight
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The city's lookin' like a ghost town
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On a moonless summer night
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Raindrops on the windshield
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There's a storm moving in
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He's headin' back from somewhere
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That he never should have been
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And the thunder rolls
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And the thunder rolls
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Every light is burnin'
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In a house across town
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She's pacin' by the telephone
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In her faded flannel gown
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Askin' for miracle
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Hopin' she's not right
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Prayin' it's the weather
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That's kept him out all night
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And the thunder rolls
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And the thunder rolls
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The thunder rolls
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And the lightnin' strikes
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Another love grows cold
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On a sleepless night
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As the storm blows on
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Out of control
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Deep in her heart
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The thunder rolls
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She's waitin' by the window
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When he pulls into the drive
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She rushes out to hold him
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Thankful he's alive
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But on the wind and rain
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A strange new perfume blows
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And the lightnin' flashes in her eyes
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And he knows that she knows
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And the thunder rolls
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And the thunder rolls
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The thunder rolls
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And the lightnin' strikes
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Another love grows cold
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On a sleepless night
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As the storm blows on
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Out of control
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Deep in her heart
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The thunder rolls
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[3rd Verse:]
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She runs back down the hallway
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To the bedroom door
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She reaches for the pistol
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Kept in the dresser drawer
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Tells the lady in the mirror
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He won't do this again
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Cause tonight will be the last time
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She'll wonder where he's been
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The Thunder Rolls
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| Garth Brooks |
