| A lot of cobwebs in your head
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| You’re getting rusty, so you said
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| You’re feeling badly and everything looks grey
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| You’re getting worried, yes indeed
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| I know exactly what you need
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| A little sunshine will make you feel OK
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| Give the blues a chase
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| Find a sunny place
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| Go and paint your face, with sunshine
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| Pay your doctor bills
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| Then throw away his pills
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| You can cure your ills, with sunshine
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| Why don’t you take your teardrops, one by one
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| Before it gets too late
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| Hang them up out in the sun
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| And they’ll evaporate
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| When the troubles start
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| Pounding at your heart
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| Rub the injured part, with sunshine
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| Give the blues a chase
|
| Find a sunny place
|
| Go and paint your face, with sunshine
|
| Pay your doctor bills
|
| Then throw away his pills
|
| You can cure your ills, with sunshine
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| Why don’t you take your teardrops, one by one
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| Before it gets too late
|
| Hang them up out in the sun
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| And they’ll evaporate
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| When the troubles start
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| Pounding at your heart
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| Rub the injured part, with sunshine |