The Light

"In the morning it comes, heaven sent a hurricane. Not a trace of the sun but I don't even run from rain. Beating out of my chest,...

"In the morning it comes, heaven sent a hurricane. Not a trace of the sun but I don't even run from rain. Beating out of my chest, I'm holding on to you. From the first moment I knew, I knew."

 -Sara Bareilles

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