| I’m a twenty gauge shotgun with both barrels blazing
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| I’m a hundred miles an hour 'round the curve without braking
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| I’m a herd of wild horses through her bed of daisies
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| And she’ll plant 'em all back again
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| I think I’m John Wayne when I get to drinking
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| I’m the first one to jump on a boat while it’s sinking
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| But I ain’t half as tough as what I’d have you thinking
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| If you really knew her, you’d know I’m the weak one
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| And she’s like a lighthouse standing in the path of a mad hurricane
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| And her kind laughs at the lightning and dances around in the rain
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| And when I’m at the end of my rope and I don’t know if I can hold on
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| She’s stronger
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| She makes the weight of the world feel as light as a feather
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| She’s the needle and thread patching me back together
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| God knows I ain’t perfect but she’s making me better
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| If I’d never met her, I’d hate to think where I’d be
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| 'Cause she’s like a lighthouse standing in the path of a mad hurricane
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| And her kind laughs at the lightning and dances around in the rain
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| And when I’m at the end of my rope and I don’t know if I can hold on
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| She’s stronger
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| She’s like a lighthouse standing in the path of that mad hurricane
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| And her kind laughs at the lightning and dances around in the rain
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| And when I’m at the end of my rope and I don’t know if I can hold on
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| She’s stronger
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| She’s stronger |