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Here comes the sun |
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Here comes the sun |
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I don't know if anybody's there |
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You're on your own and gonna need your friend so come home |
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Furthest tumours stucking in my head |
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I miss you all and all the things I have to come home |
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Oh no, is this happening |
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Oh no, are you dealing with |
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But her day has come |
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But you're still a son |
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Here comes the sun |
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Here comes the sun |
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Sons of sorrow make me understand |
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You never know where you'll be when I've got to come home |
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Fields of flowers burning in your breast |
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The milk of mother's running through my veins to come home |
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Oh no, is this happening |
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But her day has come |
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But you're still a son |
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Here comes the sun, sun of the sons |
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Here comes the sun, sun of the sons sees the sun over here |
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Here comes the sun, sun of the sons sees the sun over here |
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Here comes the sun, sun of the sons sees the sun |
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Is everybody holding on |
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Is everybody holding on |
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Is everybody holding on |
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Is everybody holding on |
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Is everybody holding on |
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Is everybody holding on |
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Is everybody holding on |
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Is everybody holding on |
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Is everybody holding on |
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Is everybody holding on |
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Is everybody holding on |
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Is everybody holding on |
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Is everybody holding on |
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Is everybody holding on |
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Is everybody holding on |
