| Little rooster out on a fence post crowing
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| Here comes the storm like a big rig rolling
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| Here comes the storm like a big rig flying
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| Heavy, loaded down, fit to spit the sky in
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| And oh, my little heart’s in trouble
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| Feels like it just might explode
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| Why do they call it love when
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| Oh, it feels like lightning?
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| Out in the open and the wind starts blowing
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| I don’t know any which way I’m going
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| I don’t know any which way I’m bound
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| I used to be laughing but I ain’t laughing now
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| And oh, my little heart’s in trouble
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| Feels like it just might explode
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| Why do they call it love when
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| Oh, it feels like lightning?
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| With cherry blossoms sweet with smoke
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| And Venus blazing above the oak
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| I thought I knew all that there was to know
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| With the bluebirds flying high above
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| In Godless heaven, wherever that was
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| And the sun was on the face of the buffalo
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| Out across the fields are the thunderheads gathering
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| Clouds all turned to the color of a cavern
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| Dust devils spinning around a hollow sound
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| They used to be laughing but they ain’t laughing now
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| And oh, my little heart’s in trouble
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| Feels like it just might explode
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| Why do they call it love when
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| Oh, it feels like lightning?
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| This ain’t any kind of storm for chasing
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| Going to catch up to you now slow or racing
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| It’s going to catch you to you now by and by
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| Going to make you feel good, going to make you cry
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| And oh, my little heart’s in trouble
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| Feels like it just might explode
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| Why do they call it love when
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| Oh, it feels like
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| Oh, my little heart’s in trouble
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| Feels like it just might explode
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| Why do they call it love when
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| Oh, it feels like lightning?
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| Feels like lightning |