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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 |
