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Sara Groves Fireflies And Songs

, it's me it's a sweet, sweet thing standing here with you and nothing to hide light shining down to our very insides sharing our secrets, bearing our souls, helping each other come clean secrets and

common sense Oh, run for your life All tenderness is gone In the blink of an eye All goodwill has withdrawn We mark out our paces And stare our from

bring the wind and bring the thunder bring the rain till I am tried when it's over bring me stillness let my face reflect the sky and all the grace

am down and need to cry till morning, I know just where I am going. When I'm in need of sweet commiseration To speak out loud. Raise a glass to friendship And