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I felt like Bucky's the house in this song, kinda like what is happening in the story right now.

Dry lightning cracks across the skies.

Those storm clouds gather in her eyes.

And daddy was a mean old mister, Momma was an angel in the ground.

The weather man called for a twister, she prayed, "Blow it down"

There's not enough rain in oklahoma, to wash the sins out of that house.

There's not enough wind in oklahoma, to rip the nails out of the past.

Shatter every window till it's all blown away!

Every brick, every board, every slamming door blown away!

Till there's nothing left standing, nothing but a yesterday.

Every tear-soaked-whiskey memory blown away!

Blown Away.

She heard those sirens screaming out.

Her daddy laid there past out on the couch.

She locked herself in the cellar, listening to the screaming of the wind.

Some people call it taking shelter, she called it sweet revenge.

Shatter every window till it's all blown away!

Every brick, every board, every slamming door, blown away!

Till there's nothing left standing, nothing but a yesterday.

Every tear-soaked-whiskey memory blown away!

Blown Away!

There's not enough rain in oklahoma, to wash the sins out of that house.

There's not enough wind in oklahoma, to rip the nails out of the past.

Shatter every window till it's all blown away!

Every brick, every board, every slamming door, blown away!

Till there's nothing left standing, nothing but a yesterday.

Every tear-soaked-whiskey memory blown away!

Blown Away!

-Carrie Underwood, Blown Away

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