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Storms never last, do they, babe? |
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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 wanna shine |
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You followed me down so many roads, babe |
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I picked wild flowers and sung you soft sad songs |
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And every road we took, Lord knows our search was for the truth |
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And the clouds brewin' now won't be the last |
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But storms never last, do they, babe? |
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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 wanna shine |
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Storms never last, do they, babe? |
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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 wanna shine |
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Storms never last, do they, babe? |
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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 wanna shine |
