| I was lying on the grass on Sunday morning of last week
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| Indulging in my self defeat
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| My mind was thugged all laced and bugged all twisted wrong and beat
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| A comfortable three feet deep
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| Now the fuzzy stare from not being there on a confusing morning week
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| Impaired my tribal lunar speak
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| And of course you can’t become if you only say what you would have done
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| So I missed a million miles of fun
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| I know it’s up for me
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| If you steal my sunshine
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| Making sure I’m not in too deep
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| If you steal my sunshine
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| Keeping versed and on my feet
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| If you steal my sunshine
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| Check, come here come here, come here
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| Wow, look at her
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| I know
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| I’ve never seen Sharon look so bad before
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| I did once before, but this is pretty bad
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| Yeah, what do you think she got up to last night?
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| Ha ha ha
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| Tell, I, Karen I love you
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| I was lying on the bench slide in the park across the street
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| L-a-t-e-are that week
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| My sticky paws were in to making straws out of big fat slurpy treats
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| An incredible eight foot heap
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| Now the funny glare to pay a gleaming tare in a staring under heat
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| Involved an under usual feet
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| And I’m not only among but I invite who I want to come
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| So I missed a million miles of fun
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| I know it’s up for me
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| If you steal my sunshine
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| Making sure I’m not in too deep
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| If you steal my sunshine
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| Keeping versed and on my feet
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| If you steal my sunshine
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| I know it’s done for me
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| If you steal my sunshine
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| Not some and hard to see
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| If you steal my sunshine
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| Keeping dumb and built to beat
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| If you steal my sunshine
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| My sunshine
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| If you steal my sunshine
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| My sunshine
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| If you steal my sunshine
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| My sunshine
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| If you steal my sunshine
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| My sunshine
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| If you steal my sunshine
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| My sunshine
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| If you steal my sunshine |