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