Storms Never 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 stills the thunder  
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And you make the sun want to shine
  
  
  
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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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