| It’s 4 in the morning
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| and she’ll be gone by 5
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| she’s got me tangled in sheets
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| And all tangled up inside
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| I can feel her heart racing
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| Like a bird that needs to fly
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| Oh I’ve never been this close to something that wild
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| She’s like a storm of wild horses
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| As they thunder across the plains
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| she’s like the mighty Mississippi
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| When she’s come out of the rains
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| she’s a raging tornado in an Oklahoma sky
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| Oh I’ve never been this close to something that wild
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| She’s like trying to catch a rain
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| Or hold sand in your hand
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| she’s the kind that sometimes wants one
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| But she sure don’t need a man
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| Oh her heart might want to stay
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| But I know that’s not her style
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| Oh I’ve never been this close to something that wild
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| She’s like a storm of wild horses
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| As they thunder across the plains
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| she’s like the mighty Mississippi
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| When she’s come out of the rains
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| she’s a raging tornado in an Oklahoma sky
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| Oh I’ve never been this close to something that wild
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| And when she lays her love down on me
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| Even though she’s just a stranger
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| Lord I know it might sound crazy
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| But I’ve grown to the danger
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| That surrounds her, burning inside her
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| She’s like a storm of wild horses
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| As they thunder across the plains
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| she’s like the mighty Mississippi
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| When she’s come out of the rains
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| she’s a raging tornado in an angry Kansas sky
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| Oh I’ve never been this close to something that wild
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| Oh I’ve never been this close to something that wild |