"I'm the jet black sky
Just before the rain
Like the mighty current
Pulling you under the waves
Oh my love
Oh my love
Oh my love
You must be tired of me
Of me
I'm the darkest hour
Just before the dawn
I'm slowly sinking
Into the slough of despond
Like an old guitar
Worn out and left behind
I have stories still to tell
Of the healing kind
Oh my love
Oh my love
Oh my love
If i could just find you tonight"
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