town, the streets, the pouring rain 'Cause some days, It seems like the clouds won't stay away. (Ba da ba ba) (Ba da ba ba) 'Cause some days, it seems like the clouds
today and make my way Through the town, the streets, the pouring rain 'Cause some days, It seems like the clouds won't stay away. Stay away Some days, it seems like the clouds
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Take today and make my way Through the town, the streets, the pouring rain 'Cause some days, It seems like the clouds won't stay away. Stay away Some days, it seems like the clouds
this morning was still last night, On any other day, just might wanna die. Traffics backed up 20 miles to the east, Must have hit every damn red light
AT THE RODEO TRYING TO FIND SOMEONE YOU NEVER KNOW OH SINKING LOVE ON THE CLOUD OF UNKNOWING EVERY SET OF LIGHT UP HERE IS WATCHING WAITING TO SEE WHAT THE MORNING
weatherman But you are lightning, striking Here comes that sun Want rain All at once How it sing In the midst of the morning pull up a blanket of a cloud
of control but I'm tied up tight, Come in, come out tonight.. Comin' up in the early morning, I feel love in the shock of the lightning, I fall into the blinding light
Clear through the clouds that covered me Just give it time then speak my name Now we can hear ourselves again I'm holding out For the day When all the clouds
in the empty air, Across the clouds i see my shadow fly Out of the corner of my watering eye A dream unthreatened by the morning light Could blow
I dream away With my feelings on the March wind The cherry blossom buds continue on into spring The overflowing drops of light One by one warm the morning
the clouds of sin and sadness Drive the dark of doubt away Giver of immortal gladness Fill us with the light Fill us with the light Fill us with the light
us on the run Jack Straw from Wichita cut his buddy down And dug for him a shallow grave and laid his body down Half a mile from Tucson, by the morning light
child who was perfect as dawn What's become of the baby this cold December morning? What's become of the baby this cold December morning? Racing in
I saw you Can't describe it any other way, any other way The light of her beauty, it was warm as a summer day Clouds of antelope rolled by No hint of
ah's Let me get them oh's, them ah's Them oh's, them ah's, them oh's, them ah's Then we wake up in the morning, we can do it again Lights out, you 'bout
Ladies and gentlemen Yes sir Let's do it Yes sir Yo, on and on and my nuts I'm palming Take two of these and call me in the morning You should see the