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Like a mile wide tornado, |
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Coming through the Mid-West. |
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She walked into my scene, |
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And you know the rest. |
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I heard she never got those letters that I sent, |
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I got a few from her, wonderin' how she'd been. She said, |
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"Babe, I always kinda liked the way you talked. |
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How you'd give away the gold like it was any other rock." |
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Maria, how you come around and throw your bad advice at me, |
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But you're upon a pedestal, sparks and electricity. |
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Maria, I could settle down, and I need you desperately, |
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But I can never get enough, of these things that are killing me. |
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hey |
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Once upon an idea, I loved the girls like you, |
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The sleepless nights and blown out fights, they were funny too. |
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But then she laid her charm, it always would wear off, |
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The price I paid always outwieghed any other costs. |
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"Aw, but, babe, I always kinda liked the way you talked. |
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How you'd give away the gold like it was any other rock." |
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Chorus |
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You know she's just a little girl, |
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but, she's an undertow to me, |
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The harder that you swim against it, the further you end up out at sea. |
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Chorus |
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No, i can never get enough, of these things that are killing me. |
