| You’re the eye of a hurricane, the calm within a storm
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| When the day is done you’re the midnight sun
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| I can run to, to keep me warm
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| You’re the eye of a hurricane, a beacon in the night
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| When the whistle blows till the rooster crows
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| I know you’re gonna do me right, yeah
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| Stuck out on the bay bridge creepin' through the fog
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| It’s a dog eat dog day
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| Workin' on the south end, patchin' up holes
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| That the winter’s gonna wash away
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| And when the boss man hollers, «Quittin' time!»
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| I’ll be on my way, come rain or shine
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| To those Tampa lights calling me across the bay
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| You’re the eye of a hurricane, the calm within a storm
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| When the day is done you’re the midnight sun
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| I can run to, to keep me warm
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| You’re the eye of a hurricane, a beacon in the night
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| When the whistle blows till the rooster crows
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| I know you’re gonna do me right, yeah
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| Talkin' to the bank man, tryin' to get a loan
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| Got to keep away the wolf pack
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| Stoppin' by the junkyard, lookin' for a part
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| To rejeuvenate the Pontiac
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| And that dark cloud keeps on hangin' 'round
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| Lord, the tide comes up, when the chips are down
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| But I got your love to help me get the blue skies back
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| You’re the eye of a hurricane, the calm within a storm
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| When the day is done you’re the midnight sun
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| I can run to, to keep me warm
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| You’re the eye of a hurricane, a beacon in the night
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| When the whistle blows till the rooster crows
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| I know you’re gonna do me right, yeah |