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The sun's coming up, here I am again |
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Carving both of our names in the bark |
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The sun's coming up, as it's always been |
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Pulling song from the lungs of the lark |
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Now I don't mind this thirst all the time |
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To be first in the sun |
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To be cursed, it might be fun |
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Such fun |
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The sun's coming up, I'm awake again |
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As I sit staring out at the park |
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The sun's coming up on Blue Ridge again |
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I forget why I left in the start |
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Still the sun's coming up on Blue Ridge again |
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You forgot where I was in your heart |
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But I don't mind this thirst all the time |
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To be first in the sun |
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With this thirst on my mind |
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To be first in the sun |
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To be first in the sun |
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To be cursed, it might be fun |
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Such fun |