Today it doesn't seem to matter
Which way I turn
I'm in the wrong
Nothing I say
Or do is right
Guess I'm just going to have
To wrap up warm
And hold on tight
She's a tornado of fury
With her friend Rain
Helping to tear me down
I'm tiring now
Body and mind are weak
I just want to go to bed
To rest my weary head
But I fear
I may wake-up dead
I must make peace
Before hitting the sheets
If only she'd stop blowing
So I get a chance to say
You're right, I'm sorry
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