It's a beautiful day
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and I went for a walk
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but I saw that old dirt path
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where we used to talk
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where is the rain
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cause some spring lovers
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are bringing me down again
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the years have come
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and your hands have gone
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but your land is something
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lost in a song
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why does the sun always remind me of you
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yes it does
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i hope a new day will come
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and cover up what i done
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Why does the sun always remind me of you
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I would know
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that there ain't nothing but love songs
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on the radio
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turn on the colored days
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to peel away the skin
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the sun will turn my hands to gold
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more than any alchemist
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sea water it rounds the edge of shard and turns to sand
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I heard you bought a house
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and light it up with glass and second hand
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why does the sun always remind me of you
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yes it does
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i hope a new day will come
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and cover up what i have done
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Why does the sun always remind me of you
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i would know
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that there aint nothing but love songs
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on the radio
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always reminds me of you
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yes it does
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it always reminds me of you
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yes it does,
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yes it does,
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yes it does
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why does the sun always remind me of you
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i hope a new day will come
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and cover up what i have done
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why does the sun always remind me of you
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i hope a new day will come
|
and cover up what i have done
|
why does the sun always remind of you
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i would know
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that there ain't nothing but love songs
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on the radio
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The Sun Always Reminds Me Of You
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Marissa Nadler |