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I was lying on the grass on Sunday morning of last week |
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Indulging in my self-defeat |
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My mind was thugged all laced and bugged all twisted wrong and beat |
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uncomfortable in three feet deep |
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Now the fuzzy stare from not being there on a confusing morning week |
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Impaired my tribal lunar-speak |
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And of course you can't become if you only say what you would have done |
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So I missed a million miles of fun |
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I know it's up for me |
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If you stel my sunshine |
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Making sure I'm not in too deep |
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If you stel my sunshine |
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Keeping versed and on my feet |
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If you stel my sunshine |
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I was frying on the bench slide in the park across the street |
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l-a-t-e-r that week |
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My sticky paws were in to making straws out of big fat slurpy treats |
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An incredible eight foot heap |
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Now the funny glare to pay a gleaming tare in a staring under heat |
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Involved an under usual feat |
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And I'm not only among but I invite who I want to come |
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So I missed a million miles of fun |
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I know it's up for me |
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If you stel my sunshine |
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Making sure I'm not in too deep |
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If you stel my sunshine |
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Keeping versed and on my feet |
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If you stel my sunshine |
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I know its done for me |
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If you stel my sunshine |
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Not something hard to see |
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If you stel my sunshine |
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Keeping dumb and built to beat |
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If you stel my sunshine |
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My Sunshine |
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If you Steal my sunshine |
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My Sunshine |
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If you Steal my sunshine |
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My Sunshine |
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If you steal my sunshine |
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My Sunshine |
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My Sunshine |
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If you Steal my sunshine |
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My Sunshine |
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If you Steal my sunshine |
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My Sunshine |
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If you steal my sunshine |
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My Sunshine |
