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The wind blows through the valley |
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It's warm and hard and wild |
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It gets all up inside the trees |
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And shakes the leaves all night |
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They shake up through the mountains |
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They shake up to the sky |
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They shake up to the moon above |
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And then it starts to shine |
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And Lord, it makes me tremble |
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And Lord, it makes me tremble |
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They shakin' and shakin' and shakes |
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A fault runs through the valley |
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It's long as it is mean |
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It starts to tear into the earth |
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And gets all in between |
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It shakes up through the mountains |
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It shakes down to the sea |
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It shakes up to the volcano |
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And then it starts to scream |
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And then it starts to shine |
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And Lord, it makes me tremble |
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And Lord, it makes me tremble |
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It's shakin' and shakin' and shakes |
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There's a woman in this valley |
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She's sweet as she is rough |
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And when she starts to dance that way |
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She shakes the boys all up |
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She shakes it through the mountains |
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She shakes it through the night |
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She shakes it like a hurricane |
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She gives a blind man sight |
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And Lord, it makes me tremble |
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And Lord, it makes me tremble |
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She's shakin' and shakin' and shakes |
