like the bird that flys up in the sky, and he will sing you lullaby's.
like the river that flows down mainstreet, and we will sit and watch it gleam.
like the puddle that you once played in, at age three.
I can't remember.x2
thunderstorms are rolling in.
Help us and forgive our sins.
x3
I can't remember. x2
thunderstorms are rolling in.
Help us and forgive our sins.
x3












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