| Sunday morning rain is falling
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| Steal some covers share some skin
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| Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
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| You twist to fit the mold that I am in
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| But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
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| And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew
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| That someday it would lead me back to you
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| That someday it would lead me back to you
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| That may be all I need
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| In darkness she is all I see
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| Come and rest your bones with me
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| Driving slow on Sunday morning
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| And I never want to leave
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| Fingers trace your every outline
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| Paint a picture with my hands
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| Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
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| Change the weather still together when it ends
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| That may be all I need
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| In darkness she is all I see
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| Come and rest your bones with me
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| Driving slow on Sunday morning
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| And I never want to leave
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| But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
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| Sunday morning rain is falling and I'm calling out to you
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| Singing someday it'll bring me back to you
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| Find a way to bring myself back home to you
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| May not know
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| That may be all I need
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| In darkness she is all I see
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| Come and rest your bones with me
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| Driving slow on Sunday morning
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| Driving slow
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| Oh, yeah, yeah...
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| There is a flower in your hair.
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| I'm a flower in your hair.
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| Oh, yeah, yeah, oh |