| Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset
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| Swiftly go the days
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| Sunrise, sunset, you wake up then you undress
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| It always is the same
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| The sunrise and a sun sets
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| You are lying while you confess
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| Keep trying to explain
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| The sunrise and the sun sets
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| You realize and then you forget
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| What you have been trying to retain
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| But everybody knows it’s all about the things
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| That get stuck inside of your head
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| Like the songs your roommate sings
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| Or a vision of her body as she stretches out on your bed
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| She raises her hands in the air
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| Asks you «When was the last time you looked in the mirror?
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| Cause you’ve changed, yeah, you’ve changed»
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| The sunrise, the sunset, you’re hopeful and then you regret
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| The circle never breaks
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| With a sunrise and sunset, there’s a change of heart or address
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| Is there nothing that remains? |