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Garth Brooks |
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Miscellaneous |
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The Storm |
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She sits among the pieces of broken glass and photographs |
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Reluctantly releases the last of what was her past |
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It struck without warning or did she just ignore the signs |
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In those dark clouds forming behind those silver lines |
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The door it slammed like thunder and the tears they fell like rain |
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And the warnings from her family whirl like a hurricane |
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She's drowning in emotions and she cannot reach the shore |
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She's alive but can she survive the storm |
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A broken jewel box dancer in pieces down the hall |
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She's finding out the answers don't change nothing at all |
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It's time she stopped searching for who's to blame or what went wrong |
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The only thing for certain is he's gone, she's got to move on |
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The door it slammed like thunder and the tears they fell like rain |
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And the warnings from her family whirl like a hurricane |
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She's drowning in emotions and she cannot reach the shore |
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She's alive but can she survive the storm |
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Someday days just roll on by without a gray cloud in the sky |
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She keeps telling herself, "I will make it on my own" |
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And her friends they've all gone back to their lives |
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Thinking she will be all right |
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As she races through the night to make it home |
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The door it slammed like thunder and the tears they fell like rain |
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And the warnings from her family whirl like a hurricane |
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She's drowning in emotions and she cannot reach the shore |
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She's alive but can she survive the storm |
