I climbed to the top of a hill
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But I had just missed the sun
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And although the descending arc was gone
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Left behind were the traces that always follow along
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The most beautiful colors chase the sun
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They wrap her trail in a taunting gesture
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That seems to sing out loud,
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"this is what you're missing"
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I'll endure the night
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For the promise of light
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I want to lift my hands towards the sun
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Show me warmth
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Baby, won't you show me warmth again?
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And when I can feel with my sun hands
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I'll promise not to lose her again
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And even if the morning never comes
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My hands are blessed to have touched the sun
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And when I can feel with my sun hands
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I promise not to lose her again
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Sun Hands
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| Local Natives |
