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Hurricane 1994 (S. Diamont) They should have named a hurricane after you With the trouble you cause and damage you do You never look back on the runs that remains Like a hurricane I never should have opened up my window The night I saw the lightning in you eyes I never should have let you touch me with your finger Cause you cut a path of destruction blowin' through my life... I ain't lyin' I left the warm and tener arms that loved me I left the safety of my home and family I don't see the bitter tears on the horizon I was all caught up in the power of your love rainin' down on me Oh ! Listen baby Oh ! And you blow in and out of my life, yes you do I try to lock you out baby But you keep on setting my little red house on fire Somebody tell me why I never learn from my mistakes Cause here I am standin' alone in the cold Looking and the mess of my heart you've made  |
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