| Like a sea of gold outside, my garden gate
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| Behind that house that I grew up in
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| Our beautiful escape
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| We’d talk for hours and hours
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| And look up at the sky
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| I had all the questions
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| But you could tell me why
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| You told me sunflowers stare at the sun
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| And how the Milky Way, is the galaxy called home
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| I thought the moon was a crescent
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| You showed me I was wrong
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| But where should this sunflower stare
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| Now that you’re gone?
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| Autumn rain began to wash away the dust
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| I never thought that gold could turn to rust
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| One morning they were gone and I could cry
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| Cos you’re not here to tell me why
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| You told me sunflowers stare at the sun
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| And how the Milky Way, is the galaxy called home
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| I thought the moon was a crescent
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| You showed me I was wrong
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| But where should this sunflower stare
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| Now that you’re gone?
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| Now that you’re gone?
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| Now that you’re gone?
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| You told me sunflowers stare at the sun
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| And how the Milky Way, is the galaxy called home
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| I thought the moon was a crescent
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| You showed me I was wrong
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| But where should this sunflower stare
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| Now that you’re gone?
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| Now that you’re gone? |