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A tornado flew around my room before you came

Excuse the mess it made, it usually doesn’t rain

In Southern California, much like Arizona

My eyes don’t shed tears, but, boy, they bawl

When I’m thinkin’ ’bout you

(Ooh, no, no, no)

I’ve been thinkin’ ’bout you

(You know, know, know)

I’ve been thinkin’ ’bout you

Do you think about me still?

Do ya, do ya?

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