Woke up this morning to look at things in their funny way. Why can't they be like they used to be only yesterday. Ooh --- bring back my sunshine day.
I look at things that once were mine with such despair. Why do the things I say only fall on empty air? Ooh --- bring back my sunshine day. My mind cries: bring back my sunshine day.
I say the things I used to say, but they don't seem right. Why does this world seem like the darkest endless night? Ooh --- bring back my sunshine day. Bring back my sunshine day.
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