| I look to the east when the day
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| Is done and think of it all
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| All the thoughts that I’ve seen of
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| Satin seams and tide pool dreams
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| I look to the sun
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| As the day is dawning
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| I carry my dreams
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| From a moment before
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| I try to recall
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| But I find myself yawning
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| I guess they are gone but there’s more
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| So I head out the door
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| All around, listen and you can
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| Hear the sound
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| On cloudy days seems like I
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| Always feel this way
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| First break in the day if the time
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| Is right and nobody minds
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| I stroll down the lane take a breath
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| Of air and drift on a dream
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| I look to the sun
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| As the day is warming
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| Consider the things
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| That have happened before
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| I feel like I’m one
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| With the wind on the hillside
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| I feel like I’m one with the
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| River that runs by my door
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| All around, listen and you can
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| Hear the sound
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| On cloudy days seems like I
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| Always feel this way
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| All around, listen and you can
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| Hear the sound
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| On cloudy days seems like I
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| Always feel this way
|
| I look to the sun
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| As the day is dawning
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| I carry my dreams
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| From a moment before
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| I feel like I’m one
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| With the wind on the hillside
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| I feel like I’m one with the
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| River that runs by my door
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| All around, listen and you can
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| Hear the sound
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| On cloudy days seems like I
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| Always feel this way
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| (repeat and fade) |