When life gives you sunshine
Your pedals begin to grow
The water begins to soak in
The wind begins to blow
When the skies begin to gray, you blow through with all the light
The sun is nonexistent
The sunshine comes from your light.
When life gives you sunshine
Your pedals begin to grow
The water begins to soak in
The wind begins to blow
When the skies begin to gray, you blow through with all the light
The sun is nonexistent
The sunshine comes from your light.
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