Sunday morning rain is falling
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ÀÏ¿äÀÏ ¾ÆÄ§ ºñ°¡ ¿À³×¿ä
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Steal some covers share some skin
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Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
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±¸¸§µéÀº ¿ì¸®¸¦ µ¤¾îÁà¿ä ÀØÀ» ¼ö ¾ø´Â ÀÌ ¼ø°£¿¡
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You twist to fit the mold that I am in
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´ç½ÅÀº ³»°¡ °¡Áø ¸ð½ÀÀ» ¸ÂÃß±â À§ÇØ ¸öÀ» ºñƲÁÒ
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(ÀÌ°Ç Á» ÇØ¼®ÀÌ ÀÌ»óÇѵ¥, ¼·Î »ç¶ûÀ» ³ª´«´Ù°í »ý°¢ÇÏ¸é µÇ¿ä,
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But things just get so crazy living life gets
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ÇÏÁö¸¸ »îÀÌ °®´Â °ÍµéÀº ¸ðµÎ ÀÌ»óÇØÁöÁÒ
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hard to do And I would gladly hit the road get
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Çϱ⠾°í ³ ±â»Ú°Ôµµ ±æÀ» ¶°³ªÁÒ
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up and go if I knew
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ÀϾ¼ °¡¼¼¿ä, ´ç½ÅÀÌ ¾Ë¾Ò¾ú´Ù¸é
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That someday it would bring me back to you
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¾ðÁ¨°¡ ³ª¿¡°Ô ´ç½ÅÀ» µ¥·Á ¿Ã°Å¿¹¿ä
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That someday it would bring me back to you
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¾ðÁ¨°¡ ³ª¿¡°Ô ´ç½ÅÀ» µ¥·Á ¿Ã°Å¿¹¿ä
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That may be all I need
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±×°Ç ¾Æ¸¶ ³»°¡ ¿øÇÏ´Â ¸ðµç °ÍÀÏ °Å¿¹¿ä
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In darkness she is all I see
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¾ÏÈæ¼Ó¿¡¼ ³»°¡ º¼ ÀÖ´Â°Ç ±×³àÀÏ »Ó
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Come and rest your bones with me
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À̸® ¿Í¼ ´ç½ÅÀÇ »À¼Ó¿¡¼ ³ª¿Í ÇÔ²² ½¬¾î¿ä
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Driving slow on Sunday morning
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õõÈ÷ ¿îÀüÇϸé¼, ÀÏ¿äÀÏ ¾ÆÄ§¿¡
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And I never want to leave
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³ Àý´ë ¶°³ª´Â°É ¿øÄ¡ ¾Ê¾Æ¿ä
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Fingers trace your every outline
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¼Õ°¡¶ôÀº ´ç½ÅÀÇ ¸ðµç ¿ÜÇü (¸öÀÇ ¿Ü°û¼±)À» µû¶ó °¡¿ä
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Paint a picture with my hands
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³» ¼ÕÀº ±×¸²À» ±×¸®ÁÒ
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Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
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µÚ·Î, ¾ÕÀ¸·Î ¿ì¸®´Â ÅÂdz¼ÓÀÇ ³ª¹µ°¡Áöó·³ Èçµé·Á¿ä
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Change the weather still together when it ends
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ÀÌ°Ô ³¡³¯¶§ ÇÔ²² ³¯¾¾¸¦ ¹Ù²ã¿ä
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That may be all I need
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±×°Ç ¾Æ¸¶ ³»°¡ ¿øÇÏ´Â ¸ðµç °ÍÀÏ °Å¿¹¿ä
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In darkness she is all I see
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¾ÏÈæ¼Ó¿¡¼ ³»°¡ º¼ ÀÖ´Â°Ç ±×³àÀÏ »Ó
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Come and rest your bones with me
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À̸® ¿Í¼ ´ç½ÅÀÇ »À¼Ó¿¡¼ ³ª¿Í ÇÔ²² ½¬¾î¿ä
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Driving slow on Sunday morning
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õõÈ÷ ¿îÀüÇϸé¼, ÀÏ¿äÀÏ ¾ÆÄ§¿¡
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And I never want to leave
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³ Àý´ë ¶°³ª´Â°É ¿øÄ¡ ¾Ê¾Æ¿ä
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But things just get so crazy living life
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»î¼Ó¿¡¼ ¸ðµç°Ô ÀÌ»óÇÏ°Ô µ¹¾Æ°¡ÁÒ
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gets hard to do
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ÇÏ±â ¾î·Æ°Ô
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Sunday morning rain is falling and I'm calling out to you
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ÀÏ¿äÀÏ ¾ÆÄ§, ºñ´Â ¶³¾îÁö°í ³ª´Â ´ç½ÅÀ» ºÒ·¯º¸°í ÀÖ¾î¿ä
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Singing someday it'll bring me back to you
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³ë·¡ ºÎ¸£¸ç ¾ðÁ¨°£ À̰Ç(¾Æ¸¶ À̺°ÀÇ °íÅëÀ̰ÚÁÒ) ´ç½ÅÀ» ³»°Ô µ¹·Á³õÀ»°Å¿¹¿ä
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Find a way to bring myself home to you
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³ª¸¦ ´ç½Å¿¡°Ô·Î, ÁýÀ¸·Î µ¥·Á¿Ã ±æÀ» ãÁÒ
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And you may not know
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¾Æ¸¶ ´ç½ÅÀº ¸ð¸¦°Å¿¹¿ä
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That may be all I need
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±×°Ç ³»°¡ ¿øÇÏ´Â ¸ðµç°ÍÀÏÅÙµ¥
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In darkness she is all I see
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¾ÏÈæ¼Ó¿¡¼ ±×³à´Â ³»°¡ º¼ ¼ö ÀÖ´Â ¸ðµç°ÍÀÌ¿¹¿ä
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Come and rest your bones with me
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À̸® ¿Í¼ ´ç½ÅÀÇ »À¼Ó¿¡¼ ³ª¿Í ÇÔ²² ½¬¾î¿ä
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Driving slow...
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õõÈ÷ ¿îÀüÇϸé¼..
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Sunday Morning (Maroon 5)
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| Freedom Orchestra |