| Pacific Standard Time
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| Georgia state line
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| Thread the needle, riddle my rhyme
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| Come knock on my door
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| The fools finger wears the crown
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| Time to tie your ribbons 'round
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| Around the sun, around the moon
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| Around our love
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| A hundred days of rain in front of me
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| I’ve been through this storm before
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| Blow a kiss and wave goodbye to me
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| Oh, soon I’ll be outside your door
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| Pick an apple, bruise a peach
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| You can’t learn what you can’t teach
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| This ain’t dinner, it’s a feast
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| Just like old Levi
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| Hanging on to the hanging on
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| You can’t make right unless you know wrong
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| Can’t join the band less you sing the song
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| So let bygones be gone
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| A hundred days of rain in front of me
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| I’ve been through this storm before
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| Blow a kiss and wave goodbye to me
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| Oh, soon I’ll be outside your door
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| Fair and tender lady, take my mind and wander
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| Lay with me until the stars refuse to shine
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| Be my dream through sweet silver slumber
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| Beyond this morning past the gray walls of time
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| There is what we’re given
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| There is what we gave
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| What you lose, what you gain
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| There is what must be broken
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| What must be saved
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| And what’s already gone
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| And what’s already gone
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| A hundred days of rain in front of me
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| I’ve been through this storm before
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| Blow a kiss and wave goodbye to me
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| Morning comes like it has before
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| The ocean always finds the shore
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| So let it be forever more |