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Dry lightning cracks across the skies |
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Those storm clouds gather in her eyes |
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Her daddy was a mean old mister |
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Mama was an angel in the ground |
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The weather man called for a twister |
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She prayed blow it down |
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Theres not enough rain in Oklahoma |
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To wash the sins out of that house |
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Theres not enough wind in Oklahoma |
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To rip the nails out of the past |
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Shatter every window til its all blown away, |
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Every brick, every board, every slamming door blown away |
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Til theres nothing left standing, nothing left of yesterday |
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Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away, |
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Blown away |
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She heard those sirens screaming out |
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Her daddy laid there passed out on the couch |
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She locked herself in the cellar |
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Listened to the screaming of the wind |
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Some people call it taking shelter |
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She called it sweet revenge |
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Shatter every window til its all blown away, |
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Every brick, every board, every slamming door blown away |
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Til theres nothing left standing, nothing left of yesterday |
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Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away, |
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Blown away |
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Theres not enough rain in Oklahoma |
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To wash the sins out of that house |
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Theres not enough wind in Oklahoma |
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To rip the nails out of the past |
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Shatter every window til its all blown away |
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Every brick, every board, every slamming door blown away |
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Til theres nothing left standing, nothing left of yesterday (blown away) |
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Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away, |
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Blown away, blown away, blown away |
