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Like a hurricane, I never thought
That this would happen to me
Like the wind in your hair
That is blowing a red curl through the air
Like a hurricane
I don't need to say a word
You read it in my eyes anyway
I don't know what you just said
It's 'cause I never want to hear
A word of neglect
Like a hurricane, I never thought
That this would happen to me