Sun, lay it on
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lay it on
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lay it everywhere
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you have gone
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where she sleeps
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where she keeps
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for everyone
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Pour another whiskey, anything to do but stare
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watch a spider build a cobweb
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while you chew another nail down to the bone
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So busy working
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that you don't know what to say
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got a feeling, kind of sticky
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when you're in your present company
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Sun, let it on
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let it on
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lay it everywhere
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you have been
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never seen
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are you keen
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for everyone
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Pausing while you take a photograph
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from the mountain on your shoulder
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to the fool that makes a mocking of the world
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And you beg yourself to stay
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cause you can't afford to stop it
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while she's eating you for breakfast - they say
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Sun, have it all
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have it all
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have it everywhere
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that you want
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it to go
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it to glow
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for everyone
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You feel like you're coming apart
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You feel like you're back here where you start
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As you lie beneath your perfect sun
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where have you gone?
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where have you gone?
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as you lie beneath your perfect sun
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Lay it on
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lay it on
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lay it everywhere
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you have gone
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while she sleeps
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while she keeps
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for everyone
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Sun, let her go
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let her go
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Out of everyone
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you are one
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you are one
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you are one
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Out of everyone
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you are loved.
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Sun
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Mark Owen |