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Days we drive around With Siamese raining down And there's angels shooting stars And there's angels shooting stars Cool summers pouring down Washing green across the town And we follow long its trail We run around and trace the ground Falling back to catch the lands As they fumble through our hands We feel alive in the move from Sundays Singing, loud, loud, loud, loud, loud, loud Feel alive in the move from Sundays We sing and shout, we sing and shout It's raining hard like the years between us Leaving silent space around us Forming walls like they're meant to part They're raining down, they're raining down Dreams the lost are found All the silent make a sound And the timid free again Lying here on the edge of sun We slowly rest our eyes In these nights there's moon and stars And we shout, shout, shout, shout, shout To cure the silence, oh And our loud, loud, loud, loud times Will carry on, and on, and on We feel alive in the move from Sundays Singing loud, loud, loud, loud, loud, loud Feel alive in the move from Sundays We sing and shout, we sing and shout It's raining hard like the years between us Leaving silent space around us Forming walls like they're meant to part They're raining down, they're raining down We feel alive in the move from Sundays Singin' loud, loud, loud, loud, loud, loud Feel alive in the move from Sundays We sing and shout, we sing and shout Days we drive around We slowly turn the car And there's angels shooting stars And there's angels shooting stars |