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I feel like goin' surfing in a hurricane |
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I feel like making love in the pouring rain |
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I ain't afraid of dying |
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I don't need to explain |
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I feel like goin' surfing in a hurricane |
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We left the bar last night about half past eight |
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Down to the |
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Alabama shore |
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Not the Aloha |
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StateThe storm had turned it was too late |
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And we ain't the kind to evacuate |
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The impact zone was calling out my name |
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A sea monster night full of nothing but fright and fear |
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St. Christopher might not get our asses out of here |
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Flooded roads and trailer parks |
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And maybe a tornado lurking out in the dark |
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A perfect glide to ride into eternity |
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I feel like goin' surfing in a hurricane |
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I feel like making love in the pouring rain |
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I ain't afraid of dying |
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I don't need to explain |
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I feel like goin' surfing in a hurricane |
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The waves were hard, the seas were high |
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Wicked thunderbolts flashing in my eyes |
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We swam out to the sandbar in the dark |
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Howling at the moon and cussing at the sharks |
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I made the first drop and my cojones were in my throat |
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Then the second wave launched me like a rocket that's all she wrote |
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Upside down, water on the brain |
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Pinned on the bottom but feelin' no pain |
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Screamin' like a seaman paddin' out again |
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I like goin' surfin' in a hurricane |
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I like making love in the pouring rain |
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I ain't afraid of dying |
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No fear in my brain |
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I feel like goin' surfin in a hurricane |
