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
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Something That Wild
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| Chris Cagle |
