Rainy Sunday afternoon

All I think of is you

A smile on your face 

Your hand in mine

To this place I often find my mind go, on a

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Rainy Sunday afternoon

All I think of is you

The wind in your hair

The sun on your skin

When I think of this 

It starts to change the mood I'm in

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I'm longing to be 

Where we promised someday to meet 

Chacala where the cliffs meet the sea

The palms swaying over you and me

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Rainy Sunday afternoon

All I think of is you

Staring out the window looking at the dew

Crack a smile, that's all that I can hope to do 

On a rainy Sunday Afternoon

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