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Storms never last, do they, baby?
Bad times all pass with the wind
Your hand in mine stills the thunder
And you make the sun want to shine
You followed me down so many roads, baby
Ive picked wild flowers and sung you soft sad songs
And every road we took, God knows our search was for the truth
And the cloud brewing now wont be the last
Storms never last, do they, baby?
Bad times all pass with the wind
Your hand in mine stills the thunder
And you make the sun want to shine
Storms never last, do they, Jessi?
Bad times all pass with the wind
Your hand in mine stills the thunder
And you make the sun want to shine