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Raining On Sunday
Keith Urban
Written by Darrell Brown and Radney Foster
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It ticks just like a Timex,
It never lets up on you.
Who said life was easy?
The job is never through.
It'll run us till we're ragged;
It'll harden our hearts.
And love could use a day of rest,
Before we both start falling apart.
Pray that it's raining on Sunday,
Stormin' like crazy.
We'll hide under the covers all afternoon.
Baby, whatever comes on Monday,
Can take care of itself,
'Cause we got better things that we can do,
When it's raining on Sunday.
Your love is like religion,
A cross in Mexico.
And your kiss is like the innocence,
Of a prayer nailed to a door.
Oh, surrender is much sweeter,
When we both let it go.
Let the water wash our bodies clean,
And love wash our souls.
An' pray that it's raining on Sunday,
Stormin' like crazy.
We'll hide under the covers all afternoon.
Baby, whatever comes on Monday,
Can take care of itself,
'Cause we got better things that we can do,
When it's raining on Sunday.
An' pray that it's raining on Sunday,
Stormin' like crazy.
We'll hide under the covers all afternoon.
Baby, whatever comes on Monday,
Can take care of itself,
'Cause we got better things that we can do,
When it's raining on Sunday.
Oh, when it's raining on Sunday.
When it's raining on Sunday.
Let it rain.
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