| My city wakes up in the afternoon
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| Like the rain came down in the month of June
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| Kings of murmuring atmosphere
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| We’re building bombshell towers with glass and fear
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| Yeah, here
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| My city wakes up to a poison moon
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| Like the way we all never played to
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| I gathered dust and scattered crazy blue
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| Will I build a house big enough for two?
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| Yeah, you
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| From the outside, lookin' in
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| Sometimes I worry I’ve waited too long
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| Sunshine
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| Won’t you please be my Valentine?
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| Come and give me your peace of mind
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| When will I be love?
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| We learn to hunt in canyon shade
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| Underneath skyscrapers and cars they move
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| And if our plan doesn’t go just right
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| We will hatch another one that night
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| We’ll book vacations and holidays
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| Then we’ll act them out in the woods for days
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| And if some god ever finds me here
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| From the outside, lookin' in
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| Sometimes I worry I’ve waited too long
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| Sunshine
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| Won’t you please be my Valentine?
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| Come and give me your peace of mind
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| When will I be love?
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| In the tower you
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| out of me
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| Yeah, you
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| In darkest hour, you
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| Will be the light of me
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| Yeah, you
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| In planting flower, you
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| In passing showers, you
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| Up on the roof, again
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| But they don’t know where we’ve been
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| Baby, all they need is sunshine
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| Sunshine
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| Won’t you please
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| Sunshine
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| Won’t you please
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| Sunshine
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| Won’t you please
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| Sunshine
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| Won’t you please
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| Won’t you please, please, please
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| Won’t you please be |