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SHE COMES AROUND

SHE COMES AROUND

WORDS AND MUSIC BY HENRY GROSS ©2005 ACHTUNES, ASCAP

 

I’M NOT THE WORLD’S MOST POSITIVE GUY
I CURSE WHEN I DRIVE, DON’T LIKE TO FLY
I THINK EVERBODY’S GOT AN ANGLE OR A GAME
MOST ENTERTAINMENT STRIKES ME AS LAME

BUT THERE’S A GIRL I’LL CALL MY FRIEND
SHE COMES AROUND FOR LONG WEEKENDS
WE START TALKING, IT FEELS REAL STRANGE
EDGES GET DULLER, MY PERSPECTIVE CHANGES ON ME

I SEE THE SAINT IN THE SINNER,
THE STATUE IN THE STONE
THE LIGHT IN THE DARK, THE MARROW IN THE BONE
THE GOOD IN THE BAD, THE UP IN THE DOWN
THE PEARL IN THE OYSTER, THE FOX IN THE HOUND
EVERYTIME SHE COMES AROUND

LIKE A BREATH OF FRESH AIR SHE GLIDES IN A ROOM
OPENS THE WINDOWS, OUT GOES THE GLOOM
STARES DOWN THE CLOUDS ‘TILL THEY GET UP AND LEAVE
SPREADS THE SUNSHINE ‘ROUND
‘TILL A LITTLE RUBS OFF ON ME

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SUDDENLY THERE’S HARMONY
WHEN SHE’S BY MY SIDE
THAT THERE MIGHT BE HOPE FOR ME
CAN’T BE DENIED

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