Sunshine
I'd realy like to tell you
Oh my, sunshine
Even though your skies are blue
You drying up my bed
How can I get any rest now...
Someday
You will get the best of me
Oh someday
Probably when I'm old and grey
I'm lying in my bed
And I will soon get put to rest now...
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Sunshine
I'd realy like to tell you
Oh my, sunshine
Even though your skies are blue
You drying up my bed
How can I get any rest now...
And someday
You will get the best of me
Oh someday
Probably when I'm old and grey
I'm lying in my bed
And I will soon get put to rest now...
I'm lying in my bed
And I will soon get put to rest now
I'm lying in my bed
And I will soon get put to rest now
Writer(s): Matt Costa
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