Like a hell bent tornado,
Rip you up from the ground,
smash you back to the ground
But is it love, is it heaven,
or a hook to jump through?
Does your heart ever question,
And I wonder if you wonder
when this twister hits the ground
One by one the things you
And I'm happy if you're happy
but it's hard to be around
Every now and then I hear you say
It's a fine line I'm walking
and you can't hold your ground
When you bend over backwards,
But is it love, is it heaven,
or who'd you dream through?
Does your heart ever question
And I wonder if you wonder
when this twister hits the ground
One by one the things you love
And I'm happy if you're happy
but it's hard to be around
Every now and then I hear you sway
It's a fine line I'm walking
And you can't hold your ground
When you bend over backwards
But is it love, is it heaven
Or a hook you jump through
Judge your heart and question
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