You and Your Sunday Mornings
You and Your Sunday Mornings
You and Your Sunday Mornings
You and Your quiet beauty
Me and my can't sit still
Cause I'm hell up here on a high wire
You're the hallelujah kind
I'm the dust that spins in a gust of wind that's blowing by
I'm a desert dry
And in my thirsty eyes
You look like rain
Girl, I'm hell up here on a high wire
You're the hallelujah kind
I'm the dust that spins in a gust of wind that's blowing by
I'm a desert dry
And in my thirsty eyes
You look like rain
You look like rain
You look like rain
You look like rain
You look like rain
You look like rain
You look like rain
You look like rain
You look like rain
You're my sweet rain
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Thank you.
