| It’s a beautiful day
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| And I went for a walk
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| But I saw that old dirt path
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| Where we used to talk
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| Where is the rain
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| Cause some spring lovers
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| Are bringing me down again
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| The years have come
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| And your hands have gone
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| But your land is something
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| Lost in a song
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| Why does the sun always remind me of you
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| Yes it does
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| I hope a new day will come
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| And cover up what i done
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| Why does the sun always remind me of you
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| I would know
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| That there ain’t nothing but love songs
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| On the radio
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| Turn on the colored days
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| To peel away the skin
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| The sun will turn my hands to gold
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| More than any alchemist
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| Sea water it rounds the edge of shard and turns to sand
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| I heard you bought a house
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| And light it up with glass and second hand
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| Why does the sun always remind me of you
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| Yes it does
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| I hope a new day will come
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| And cover up what i have done
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| Why does the sun always remind me of you
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| I would know
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| That there ain’t nothing but love songs
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| On the radio
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| Always reminds me of you
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| Yes it does
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| It always reminds me of you
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| Yes it does
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| Yes it does
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| Yes it does
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| Why does the sun always remind me of you
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| I hope a new day will come
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| And cover up what i have done
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| Why does the sun always remind me of you
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| I hope a new day will come
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| And cover up what i have done
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| Why does the sun always remind of you
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| I would know
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| That there ain’t nothing but love songs
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| On the radio |