| I’m just sitting here, up against this oak tree
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| Just watching the day roam by
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| I’ve done the rat race, I played my last days
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| I just wanna sit here, in this place
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| With the sun on my face, yeah sun on my face
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| Won’t you shine a little sun on my face
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| Now way up north the winter come and the winter blows
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| But down here it’s always summertime
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| And I don’t think, I’m gonna have to move again
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| Stay right here, with my very best friend
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| Yeah the sun on my face, oh the sun on my face
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| Won’t you shine a little sun on my face
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| Yeah the sun on my face, oh the sun on my face
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| Won’t you shine
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| I’ve loved womens, and womens have loved me
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| But all the fame has passed
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| The years a-come and gone, and maybe I’ve just found
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| My own little piece of heaven in land
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| Yeah the sun on my face, oh the sun on my face
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| Won’t you shine a little sun on my face
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| Yeah the sun on my face, oh the sun on my face
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| Won’t you shine
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| Yeah the sun on my face, oh the sun on my face
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| Won’t you shine a little sun on my face |