Storms never last do they baby
Bad times will pass with the winds
Your hand in mine steals the thunder
And you'd make the sun want to shine
I followed you down so many roads baby
I picked wild flowers and sung you soft sad songs
And every road you took I know your search was for the truth
And the storm brewing now won't be the last
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Cause storms never last do they baby
Bad times will pass with the winds
Your hand in mine steals the thunder
And you'd make the sun want to shine
I followed you down so many roads baby
I picked wild flowers and sung you soft sad songs
And every road you took I know your search was for the truth
And the storm brewing now won't be the last
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And you'd make the sun want to shine