| Days we drive around
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| With Siamese rainin' down
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| And there’s angels shooting stars
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| And there’s angels shooting stars
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| Cool summers pourin' down
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| Washin' green across the town
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| And we follow long its trail
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| We run around and trace the ground
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| Falling back to catch the lands
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| As they fumble through our hands
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| We feel alive in the move from Sundays
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| Singin' loud loud loud loud loud loud
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| Feel alive in the move from Sundays
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| We sing and shout, we sing and shout
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| It’s rainin' hard like the years between us
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| Leavin' silent space around us
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| Formin' walls like they’re meant to part
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| They’re rainin' down, they’re rainin' down
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| Dreams the lost are found
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| All the silent make a sound
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| And the timid free again
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| Lyin' here on the edge of sun
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| We slowly rest our eyes
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| In these nights there’s moon and stars
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| And we shout shout shout shout shout
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| To cure the silence oh
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| And our loud loud loud loud times
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| Will carry on, and on and on
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| We feel alive in the move from Sundays
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| Singin' loud loud loud loud loud loud
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| Feel alive in the move from Sundays
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| We sing and shout, we sing and shout
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| It’s rainin' hard like the years between us
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| Leavin' silent space around us
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| Formin' walls like they’re meant to part
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| They’re rainin' down, they’re rainin' down
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| We feel alive in the move from Sundays
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| Singin' loud loud loud loud loud loud
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| Feel alive in the move from Sundays
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| We sing and shout, we sing and shout
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| Days we drive around
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| We slowly turn the car
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| And there’s angels shooting stars
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| And there’s angels shooting stars |