Maybe the sun will shine today The clouds will blow away Maybe I won't feel so afraid I will try to understand either way Maybe you still love me Maybe
for Somebody just like you To tell me what to do, honestly And leave me like you found me Can you believe it I'm somebody just like you? Content with being blue
On and on and on we'll stay together, yeah On and on and on we'll be together, yeah You and I will try to stay together, yeah On and on and on we'll be
I should warn you When I'm not well, I can't tell Oh, there's nothing I can do To make this easier for you You're gonna need to be patient with me I'
Sunlight angles on Wooden floor at dawn A ceiling fan is on Chopping up my dreams What is left of them I take to sleep again Where I dare pretend I'm
I try to stay busy I do the dishes, I mow the lawn I try to keep myself occupied Even though I know you're not coming home I try to keep the house nice
Impossible Germany Unlikely Japan Wherever you go Wherever you land Say what this means to me I'll do what I can Impossible Germany Unlikely Japan Fundamental
If you feel like singing a song And you want other people to sing along Then just sing what you feel Don't let anyone say it's wrong And if you're trying
Tires type black Where the blacktop cracks Weeds spark through Dark green enough to be blue When the mysteries we believe in Aren't dreamed enough to
I'm walking all by myself Well, I was talking To myself about you What am I gonna do? I was singing this song about you I was speaking about singing
drunks were ricocheting The old buildings downtown, empty so long ago Windows broken and dreaming So happy to leave what was my home With the sky blue sky
the goldmine full time Filling in for sunshine Filing into tight lines Ordinary beehives The door screams, 'I hate you, hate you' Hanging around my blue
drunks were ricocheting The old buildings downtown Empty so long ago Windows broken and dreaming So happy to leave what was my home With a sky blue sky
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the goldmine full-time Filling in for sunshine Filing into tight lines Of ordinary beehives The door screams I hate you Hate you hanging around my blue
: Sunlight angles on A wooden floor at dawn A ceiling fan is on Chopping up my dreams What is left of them I take to sleep again Where I dare pretend
