| We had a difficult winter
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| We had a rough few months
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| And when the storms came in off the coast
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| It felt like they broke everything on us at once
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| It’s easy enough to talk about Blitz spirit
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| When you’re not holding the roof up and knee deep in it
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| And the pictures and the papers got ruined by the rain
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| And we wondered if they’d ever get dry again
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| But I don’t want to spend the whole of my life indoors
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| Laying low and waiting on the next storm
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| I don’t want to spend the whole of my life inside
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| I wanna step out, and face the sunshine
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| We lost faith in the omens
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| We lost faith in the gods
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| We just ended up clutching at the empty rituals
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| Like gamblers clutching long odds
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| I don’t care what the weatherman is saying
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| Because the last time that I saw him he was on his knees, he was praying
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| And the preachers and the scientists got soaked just the same
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| And we wondered if they’d ever get dry again
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| But I don’t want to spend the whole of my life indoors
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| Laying low, waiting on the next storm
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| I don’t want to spend the whole of my life inside
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| I wanna step out, and face the sunshine
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| So open the shutters, raise up the mast
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| Rejoice, rebuild, the storm has passed
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| Cast off the crutches, cut off the cast
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| Rejoice, rebuild, the storm has passed
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| But I don’t want to spend the whole of my life indoors
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| Laying low and waiting on the next storm
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| I don’t want to spend the whole of my life inside
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| I wanna step out, and face the sunshine
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| I’m not gonna live the whole of my life indoors
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| I’m gonna step out, and face the next storm |