How does it feel to know
That the sun will rise again
Tomorrow, it’ll be there
And maybe the day after
When maybe I won’t wake to see
The light through the curtains
Just maybe, I don’t want to wake to see,
That sun behind my curtains
How does it feel to know
That the sun will rise again
Tomorrow, it’ll be there
And maybe the day after
When maybe I won’t wake to see
The light through the curtains
Just maybe, I don’t want to wake to see,
That sun behind my curtains
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