| She smells the rain before it touches my skin
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| She can hear single drops falling down
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| Shouts out my name into the hard blowing wind
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| She‘s the sail, braves the storm, feels the ground
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| Come on
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| Singing an angel this sweet melody
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| Come on
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| Sing with me all along
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| She‘s the rhythm — the groove underneath
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| Sing with me — sing along!
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| Of all the girls she‘s more than just one of them
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| She‘s the bright side of life — wild at heart
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| How would i like to let her know i feel safe
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| At her side when it rains way too hard
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| So come on
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| Singing an Angel this sweet melody
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| Come on, sing with me all along
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| She‘s the rhythm — the groove underneath
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| Sing with me — sing along!
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| Sing with me — sing along!
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| And the priests keep praying lies
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| No matter what it takes —
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| Her faith is her self-created guide
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| Not the rain — not the blame
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| Nothing pulls her down
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| To me the more they pray — the more they say
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| Her shelter makes my day
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| She‘s an independent natural
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| The bright side of my life — wild at heart!
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| She smells the rain before it touches my skin
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| She can hear single drops falling down…
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| So come on
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| Singing an Angel this sweet melody
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| Come on, sing with me all along
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| She‘s the rhythm — the groove underneath
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| Sing with me — sing along!
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| Sing with me — sing along! |