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Well, I don′t drink as much as I used to
Lately, it just ain't my style
And the hard times don′t hurt like they ought to
They pass quicker like when I was a child
And somehow I've learned how to listen
For a sound like the sun going down
In the magic the morning is bringin'
There′s a song for the life I have found
It keeps my feet on the ground
And the midsummer days sit so heavy
But don′t they flow like the breeze through your mind
When nothing appears in a hurry
To make up for someone's lost time
And somehow I′ve learned how to listen
For a sound like the sun going down
In the magic the morning is bringing
There's a song for the life I have found
It keeps my feet on the ground
And somehow I′ve learned how to listen
For a sound like the breeze dying down
In the magic the morning is bringing
There's a song for the friend I have found
She keeps my feet on the ground
She keeps my feet on the ground
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Writer(s): Rodney Crowell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
