| I bet you you can’t even see the sun
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| Oh, but the sun is shining right before your eyes
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| I bet you you can’t even see yourself
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| 'Cuz when you’re lost, 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 and trees and 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 you you can’t even see the moon
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| 'Cuz through your eyes, you only see the darker side
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| I bet you you can’t wish upon a star
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| 'Cuz through your life, your pride has pushed your dreams aside, oh
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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 and trees and harmony
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| Chords being blown by a gentle breeze
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| Making the perfect melody you left behind, oh
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| Hey, I can see the sun in late December
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| I see forgotten treasures beneath 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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| Oh, I can hear the sounds you don’t remember
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| The sounds of birds and trees and harmony
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| Chords being blown by a gentle breeze
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| Making the perfect melody you left behind |