| Who’ll watch the sunset, baby
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| Who’ll find the time
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| I might on Sunday but I
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| Might find that I’m
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| Still stuck in this week’s work or
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| Glued to my phone
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| Who’ll watch the sunset on their own
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| Who’ll watch the sunset baby
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| I’ll do my best
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| I’m not that far from days when
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| I stood impressed
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| I know you love those golden
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| Red streaks of sky
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| I’ll try to meet you by and by
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| But if the sun’s gone down out there
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| I’ll hope for moonbeams in your hair
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| And if the sky’s gone deep blue black
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| Who’ll be asleep when I get back
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| Who’ll watch the sunset baby
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| You know my mind
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| I’m up for downtime but it’s
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| Grown hard to find
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| What’s west of Barstow baby
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| What say you and I
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| Watch the blazing bonfire made of sky
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| But if the sun’s gone down out there
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| I’ll hope for moonbeams in your hair
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| And if the sky’s gone deep blue black
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| Who’ll be asleep when I get back
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| I know you love those golden
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| Red streaks of sky
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| I’ll try to meet you by and by
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| But if the sun’s gone down out there
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| I’ll hope for moonbeams in your hair
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| And if the sky’s gone deep blue black
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| Who’ll be asleep when I get back
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| But if the sun’s gone down out there
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| I’ll hope for moonbeams in your hair
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| And if the sky’s gone deep blue black
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| Who’ll be asleep when I get back |