58 lyrics for "Make it, make it, make it loud"

Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drum And if I'm fanned out, your turn at bat, sir At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir I guess I didn't make it Get ready for me love, 'cause I'm a comer I simply gotta
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Baby, I would never make you cry I would never make you blue I would never be untrue I know a place where we can go where true love always stays Sitting by a foggy window Staring at the pouring rain Falling down like lonely teardrops Memories of love in
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Makes you wanna build A 10 percent down White picket fence house on this dirt Its that elm shade Red roads clay you grew up on You circled up on Drift a cloud back Behind county roads The mud on her jeans that she peeled off
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I am your angel I'll be your cloud up in the sky I'll be your shoulder when you cry I'll hear your voices when you call me And when all hope is gone, I'm here No matter how far you are, I'm near It makes no difference who you are And then you will see,
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But down the road the sun is shining In every cloud there's a silver lining Just keep holding on (just keep holding on) And every heartache makes you stronger But it won't be much longer You'll find love, you'll find peace And the you you're meant to be
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But down the road the sun is shining In every cloud there's a silver lining Just keep holding on (just keep holding on) And every heartache makes you stronger But it won't be much longer You'll find love, you'll find peace And the you you're meant to be
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Louder than sirens Louder than bells Sweeter than heaven And hotter than hell There's a drumming noise inside my head It makes such an all mighty sound That starts when you're around I swear that you could hear it As I move my feet towards your body
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But down the road the sun is shining In every cloud there's a silver lining Just keep holding on (just keep holding on) And every heartache makes you stronger But it won't be much longer You'll find love, you'll find peace And the you you're meant to be
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Makes you wanna build A 10 percent down White picket fence house on this dirt Its that elm shade Red roads clay you grew up on You circled up on Drift a cloud back Behind county roads The mud on her jeans that she peeled off
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