| My baby is a tornado
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| In the endless Oklahoma sky
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| Spinning devastation
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| And singing me a lullaby
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| And you’re wrecking all the rooftops
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| When April turns to May
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| It wouldn’t make a difference
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| If I could or couldn’t stay
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| I fall back into love
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| And look up and then you’re gone
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| But I still feel you storming in my bones
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| When I touch the hands of time
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| They won’t mind what and where I’ve been
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| Woke up in Cleveland County
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| And you’re picking up my pulse again
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| And we’ll be tearing through your sheets
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| Or through the streets of this old town
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| Looking for the answers
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| To these doubts we drag around
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| And babe I never learned
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| You’ll say the word and then I’ll break
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| But I’ll still feel your old familiar ache
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| So we’re covered up in fiction
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| Chasing something true
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| But darling damn the luck
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| And damn the consequences too
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| I could bury all the memories
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| I could patch up all the holes
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| But I’d still feel your fingers on my soul
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| My baby is a tornado
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| In the endless Oklahoma sky |