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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 steals the thunder |
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You make the sun want to shine |
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Oh, I followed you down so many roads, baby |
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I picked wild flowers and sung you soft sad songs |
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And every road we took, God knows, our search was for the truth |
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And the storms 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 steals the thunder |
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You make the sun want to shine |
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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 steals the thunder |
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You make the sun want to shine |
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Storms never last, do they, baby |
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