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I was lying on the grass on sunday morning of last week |
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Indulging in my self defeats |
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My mind was thugged, all laced and bugged, all twisted round and beat |
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Uncomfortable 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 funI know it's up for me |
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If you steal my sunshine |
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Making sure i'm not in too deep |
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If you steal my sunshine |
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Keeping versed and on my feet |
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If you steal my sunshineI 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 into 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 tear 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 funI know it's up for me |
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If you steal my sunshine |
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Making sure i'm not in too deep |
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If you steal my sunshine |
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Keeping versed and on my feet |
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If you steal my sunshineI know it's done for me |
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If you steal my sunshine |
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Not something hard to see |
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If you steal my sunshine |
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Keeping dumb and built to beat |
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If you steal my sunshine |
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My sunshine |
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If you steal my sunshine |
