| You got your mama’s sunshine, you got your daddy’s rain
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| You’re like a piece of heaven in a hurricane
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| And it’s bubbling over like a sweet champagne
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| You got your mama’s sunshine, you got your daddy’s rain
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| All day long, right or wrong, you question everything
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| Why the grass is green, can I stay up late, and why do the bluebirds sing
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| Sometimes you cry, your big blue eyes, for no discernible reason
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| Your point of view it comes and goes, like the changing of the seasons
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| You got your mama’s sunshine, you got your daddy’s rain
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| You’re like a piece of heaven in a hurricane
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| And it’s bubbling over like a sweet champagne
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| You got your mama’s sunshine, you got your daddy’s rain
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| You act just like your father, yeah, you laugh at your own jokes
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| You’re pleased with your opinions, girl, you want the world to know
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| We don’t need no Mona Lisa, don’t need Dali or Chagall
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| You’re like a miniature Picasso with your markers on the wall
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| You got your mama’s sunshine, you got your daddy’s rain
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| You’re like a piece of heaven in a hurricane
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| And it’s bubbling over like a sweet champagne
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| You got your mama’s sunshine, you got your daddy’s rain
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| The things you say, the worlds you make, your heart I love to see
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| You’ve got a leaf on every single branch of our family tree
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| When you’re all grown up, no longer a pup, going out into the great unknown
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| You’ll find that little piece of you that you can call your own
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| You got your mama’s sunshine, you got your daddy’s rain
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| You’re like a piece of heaven in a hurricane
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| And it’s bubbling over like a sweet champagne
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| You got your mama’s sunshine, you got your daddy’s rain
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| You got your mama’s sunshine, you got your daddy’s rain |