| Took a sad song of one sweet evening
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| I smiled and quickly turned away
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| It’s not easy singing sad songs
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| But still the easiest way I have to say
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| So when you look into the sun
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| See all the things we haven’t done --
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| Oh was it better then to run
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| Than to spend the summer crying
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| Now summer cannot come anyway
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| I had waited for time to change her
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| The only change that came was over me
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| She pretended not to want love --
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| I hope she was only fooling me
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| So when you look into the sun
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| Look for the pleasures nearly won
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| Or was it better then to run
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| Than to spend the summer singing
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| And summer could have come in a day
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| So if you hear my sad song singing
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| Remember who and what you nearly had
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| It’s not easy singing sad songs
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| When you can sing the song to make me glad
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| So when you look into the sun
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| And see the words you could have sung:
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| It’s not too late, only begun
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| We can still make summer
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| Yes, summer always comes anyway
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| So when you look into the sun
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| And see the words you could have sung:
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| It’s not too late, only begun
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| Look into the sun |