| Evening sun is almost done, setting behind the pines
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| The way it always does, the way you used to like
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| I wonder if it looks the same out where you are tonight
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| When I see it all that runs through my mind
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| Is what color is your sky? |
| Do you ever think of home?
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| Did you find a horizon, better than we used to know?
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| Did the rainbow you were chasing, lead to a pot of gold?
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| Does the sun always shine? |
| Is it blue when you cry?
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| What color is your sky?
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| When you left I know I said that I wished you the best
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| And even though it hurt like hell I swear that I meant what I said
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| But since that day it hasn’t rained a single drop til now
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| But your memory’s back and it’s really coming down
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| Do you ever feel like going home, with no one to hold?
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| Or do you get by? |
| Are you just fine? |