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Three thirty in the morning
Not a soul in sight
The city's lookin'
Like a ghost town
On a moonless summer night
Raindrops on the windshield
There's a storm moving in
He's headin' back
From somewhere
That he never
Should have been
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
Every light is burnin'
In a house across town
She's pacin'
By the telephone
In her faded flannel gown
Askin' for miracle
Hopin' she's not right
Prayin' it's the weather
That's kept him
Out all night
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
The thunder rolls
And the lightnin' strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls
She's waitin'
By the window
When he pulls
Into the drive
She rushes out
To hold him
Thankful he's alive
But on the wind and rain
A strange new perfume blows
And the lightnin'
Flashes in her eyes
And he knows
That she knows
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
The thunder rolls
And the lightnin' strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls
She runs back
Down the hallway
To the bedroom door
She reaches for the pistol
Kept in the dresser drawer
Tells the lady in the mirror
He won't do this again
'Cause tonight will
Be the last time
She'll wonder
Where he's been
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