Tornado

Winds of high speed Lift me to the sky Vision's a blur. My words slur Amidst the whirl of dust. Dirt coats my throat i think i just saw a boat And amoung all this madness All this chaos All i can think of is you Its your birthday in two days I ordered you flowers And a nice little birthday card lies on my table. And here i am about to die i should be praying i should be crying But i guess i'll take Your memory to my grave. Its too bad This tornado Is going to litterally Rip me From you

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