| Above Us the Sun |
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| How soon our dreams fade |
| How soon our tomorrows become yesterdays |
| And love, for sure, will not stay |
| She’ll turn her face, and walk away |
| But above us the Sun (x4) |
| Through my fingers, the sands will flow |
| Into our lives cold winds will blow |
| Friends and lovers meet and go |
| Ever closer to that final hole |
| But above us the sun (x16) |
