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(Kim Carnes/Bill Cuomo) |
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Warning there's a storm approaching |
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I see it is moving our way |
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I can't reach you |
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The wind hurts my eyes |
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And we've got to hide |
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We have got to run |
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Away from the hurricane |
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We have go to run |
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From the island |
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We have got to run |
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Away from the hurricane |
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Hold out your hand |
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I cannot see you |
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Warning there's a storm approaching |
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You, like a bolt of lightning |
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We were strangers on a train |
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Thinking that we'd never meet again |
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We have got to run |
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Away from the hurricane |
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We have go to run |
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From the island |
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We have got to run |
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Away from the hurricane |
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Hold out your hand |
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I cannot see you |
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Screaming, is a silent whisper |
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Find me, I won't let you go now |
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I can't reach you |
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The wind hurts my eyes |
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And we've got to hide |
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We have got to run |
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Away from the hurricane |
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We have go to run |
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From the island |
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We have got to run |
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Away from the hurricane |
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Hold out your hand |
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I cannot see you |