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When Sunny gets blue |
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Her eyes get gray and cloudy |
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Then the rain begins to fall |
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Pitter-patter, pitter-patter |
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Love is gone so what can matter |
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No sweet lover man comes to call |
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When Sunny gets blue |
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She breathes 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 violins were playing |
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Weird and haunting melodies |
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People used to love to hear |
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Her laugh, see her smile |
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That's how she got her name |
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Since that sad affair, she's lost her smile |
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Changed her style |
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Somehow she's not the same |
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But memories will fade |
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And pretty dreams will rise up |
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Where the other dreams fell through |
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Hurry new love, hurry here |
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To kiss away each lonely tear |
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And hold her near when Sunny gets blue |
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People used to love to hear |
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Her laugh, see her smile |
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That's how she got her name |
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Since that sad affair, she's lost her smile |
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Changed her style |
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Somehow she's not the same |
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But memories will fade |
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And pretty dreams will rise up |
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Where the other dreams fell through |
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Hurry new love, hurry here |
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To kiss away each lonely tear |
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And hold her near when Sunny gets blue |
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Hold her near when Sunny gets blue |
