| When Sunny gets blue, her eyes get gray and cloudy,
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| Then the rain begins to fall, pitter-patter, pitter-
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| Patter,
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| Love is gone, what can matter,
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| No sweet lover man comes to call.
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| When Sunny gets blue, she breaths a sigh of sadness,
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| Like the wind that stirs the trees,
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| Wind that sets the leaves to swaying
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| Like some violin is playing strange and haunting
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| Melodies.
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| Bridge:
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| That’s how she got her name.
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| Since that sad affair, she lost her smile, changed her
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| Style,
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| Somehow she’s not the same.
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| But memories will fade, and pretty dreams will rise up Where her other dreams fell through,
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| Hurry new love, hurry here, to kiss away each lonely
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| Tear,
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| And hold her near when Sunny gets blue.
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| (Instrumental interlude and pick up at Bridge*.)
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| Hurry new love, hurry here, to kiss away each lonely tear
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| And hold her near when Sunny gets blue. |