| And so I woke to the, sun on the window of my car
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| And I say, I woke, to the summer on my window
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| And I miss you most when the sunlight filters across these empty sheets
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| Days in the sun, winter cold on your cheeks
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| And everything we need love I can feel in my bones
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| On days like these and days like those
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| Days in the sun
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| Nights on the street
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| And am singing to my mother, singing to the seas
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| Singing to my father, singing to the trees
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| Singing to the things that help us breathe
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| Days in the sun
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| Are always, are always, are always
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| The best with you
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| And so I woke to the, sun on the window of my car
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| And I say I woke, to the winter on my window
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| And I miss you most when the sunlight
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| Filters across these empty sheets
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| Days in the sun, and Ben Howard on repeat
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| But everything we need love I can feel in my bones
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| On days like these and days like those
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| Days in the sun
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| Nights on the street
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| And am singing to my mother, singing to the seas
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| Singing to my father, singing to the trees
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| Singing to the things that help us breathe
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| Days in the sun
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| Nights on the street
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| And am singing to my mother, singing to the seas
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| See I’ve been singing to my father, singing to the trees
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| Singing to the things that help us breathe
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| Days in the sun
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| Are always, are always
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| Are always the best with you |