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PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Newsome
John Newsome
Acoustic Guitar
Drew Belk
Drew Belk
Strings
Jake Ladonde
Jake Ladonde
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sarah Jeane Finck
Sarah Jeane Finck
Songwriter
Kelly Leigh Finck
Kelly Leigh Finck
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ryan Prewett
Ryan Prewett
Mixing Engineer
Sam Moses
Sam Moses
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

When he told me that it's over All I heard was thunder But I pretended I was fine Said yeah, I think you're right But everything was crashing inside I guess I didn't hear the siren Every time that he was lyin' Now my head's spinnin' As I pour more gin in This is killlin' me He put me in a storm Of my tears pouring down Messing up my eyes Messing up my mind Cracking glass When another bottle hits the ground Breaking memories he left behind Here comes the blow I hit the floor Rip up this home I feel like a midwestern tornado Should've known it from the quiet That he had something hiding Then the lightning hit When I found lipstick On his torn shirt that he ditched He put me in a storm Of my tears pouring down Messing up my eyes Messing up my mind Cracking glass When another bottle hits the ground Breaking memories he left behind Here comes the blow I hit the floor Rip up this home I feel like a midwestern tornado You're not here but I feel you all around Cause your memories are still on the wall Oh I'm gonna knock them down I'm gonna drown them out I'm gonna watch them fall He put me in a storm Of my tears pouring down Messing up my eyes And my mind Cracking glass When another bottle hits the ground Breaking memories he left behind Here comes the blow I hit the floor Rip up this home I feel like a midwestern tornado
Writer(s): Kelly Finck Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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