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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 your love makes 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 that's brewing now won't be the last
