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Sometimes Sunshine I think you're happy |
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With an ounce of prevention and a pound of cure |
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I think your memory's quite selective |
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When recalling what I came here for |
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Sometimes, Sunshine |
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So let me see what's up your sleeve |
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And I'll let you see what's behind my back |
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'Cause I thought we were on the same side, Sunshine |
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And that you'd make for all the things I lack |
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Sometimes, Sunshine |
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Sometimes, Sunshine you look right through me |
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And now it happens far too much |
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That you're dreaming vividly in color |
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And I'm wide awake so our worlds never really touch |
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Sometimes, Sunshine |
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I live in a world where good intention |
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And prevention don't connect the way they should |
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And I need a pound of cure |
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To compensate for what prevention cannot restore |
