| Storms never last do they baby
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| Bad times all pass with the wind
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| Your hand in mine stills the thunder
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| And you make the sun want to shine.
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| You followed me down so many roads baby
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| I’ve picked wild flowers and sung you soft sad songs
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| And every road we took God knows
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| Our search was for the truth
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| And the clouds brewing now won’t be the last.
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| Storms never last do they baby
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| Bad times all pass with the wind
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| Your hand in mine stills the thunder
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| And you make the sun want to shine.
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| Storms never last do they Jessi
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| Bad times all pass with the wind
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| Your hand in mine stills the thunder
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| And you make the sun want to shine… |