| I bet ya you can’t even see the sun
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| Ah, the sun is shining
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| Right before your eyes
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| I bet ya you can’t even see yourself
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| 'Cause when you’re lost
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| Sometimes yourself is hard to find
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| I can see the sun in late December
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| I see forgotten treasures 'neath the sea
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| Tides that defeat identity
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| Washing away the beauty that was in your mind
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| I can hear the sounds you don’t remember
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| The sounds of birds in trees in harmony
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| Chords being blown by a gentle breeze
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| Making the perfect melody you left behind
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| I bet ya you can’t even see the moon
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| 'Cause in your eyes you only see the darkest side
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| I bet ya you can’t wish upon a star
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| 'Cause in your life
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| Your pride has pushed your dreams aside, hey
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| I can see the sun in late December
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| I see forgotten treasures 'neath the sea
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| Tides that defeat identity
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| Washing away the beauty that was in your mind
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| I bet ya I can see the sun
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| See forgotten treasures 'neath the sea
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| Tides that defeat identity (I can see the sun)
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| Washing away the beauty in your mind
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| I bet ya I can hear the sounds
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| Sounds of birds in trees in harmony
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| Chords being blown by a gentle breeze
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| (Sounds you don’t remember)
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| I can hear the sounds, sounds
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| Sounds you don’t remember
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| I can see the sun, sun
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| Sun in late December
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| I bet ya I can see the sun
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| See forgotten treasures 'neath the sea
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| Tides that defeat identity (I can see the sun)
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| Washing away the beauty in your mind |