| Storms never last do they, baby?
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| Bad times will pass with the winds
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| Your hand in mine steals the thunder
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| And you make the sun want to shine
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| I followed you down so many roads, baby
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| I picked wild flowers and sung you soft sweet songs
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| And every road you took, I know your search was for the truth
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| And the cloud, it’s brewin' now, won’t be the last
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| Storms never last do they, baby?
|
| Bad times will pass with the winds
|
| Your hand in mine steals the thunder
|
| And you make the sun want to shine
|
| Storms never last do they, baby?
|
| Bad times will pass with the winds
|
| Your hand in mine steals the thunder
|
| And you make the sun want to shine |