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When Sunny gets blue |
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Her eyes get gray and cloudy, yea |
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And the rain begins to fall, 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 starts the leaves to swaying |
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Like some violins are playing |
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Weird and haunting melodies |
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People used to love to hear 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, changed her style |
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Somehow she's not the same but |
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Memories will fade |
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And pretty dreams will rise up |
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Where her other dreams fell through |
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Hurry new love, hurry near |
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To kiss away each lonely tear and hold her near |
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When Sunny gets blue |
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Oh people used to love to hear 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 has lost her smile and changed her style |
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Somehow she's not the same but |
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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 up the trees |
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Hurry new love, hurry near |
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To kiss away each lonely tear and hold her near |
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When Sunny gets blue |
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When my Sunny gets blue |
