Scratch my back with a lightning bolt
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Thunder rolls like a bass drum note
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The sound of the weather is Heaven's ragtime band
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We all fell down from the Milky Way
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Hangin' round here till Judgment Day
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Heaven only knows who's in command
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Barefoot children in the rain
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Got no need to explain
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We'd be swingin' on a ball and chain
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It's always understood by those who play the game
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Barefoot children in the rain
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Show me yours and I'll show you mine
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Take me back to days full of monkeyshines
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Bouncin' on a bubble full of trouble in the summer sun
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Keep your raft from the riverboat
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Fiction over fact always has my vote
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And wrinkles only go where the smiles have been
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Barefoot children in the rain
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Got no need to explain
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We'd be swingin' on a ball and chain
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It's always understood by those who play the game
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Barefoot children in the rain
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Barefoot children in the rain
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Scratch my back with a lightning bolt
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Thunder rolls like a bass drum note
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The sound of the weather is Heaven's ragtime band
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The sky turns blue and the sun appears
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But the question's still what are we doin' here
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I don't think the answer's close at hand
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Barefoot children in the rain
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Got no need to explain
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We'd be swingin' on a ball and chain
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It's always understood by those who play the game
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Barefoot children in the rain
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In the rain...
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In the rain...
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Barefoot Children In The Rain
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| Jimmy Buffett |
