A tornado never hurts those, on the east side of the river.

It hits the water, picks it up, gets weighed down then it withers.

But it's not weather events, that make me so unhappy in the west.

When it comes to tornado alley, the weathers probably the best.

Because you're there spinning, wreaking havoc, picking up that fateful water, but never slowing down, oh father it just floods you out...

And yells turn into shouts, turn into screams, so far it seems that you, never even considered, my mom's side of the river...
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