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Songtexte: Matt Costa. Songs We Sing. Sunshine.


Sunshine, I'd really like to tell you
Oh my sunshine even though your skies are blue
You're drying up my bed
How can I get any rest now
Sha la la la la la la la

Someday you will get the best of me
Oh someday probably when I'm old and grey
I'm lying in my bed and I will soon be put to rest now
Sha la la la la la la la

Sunshine, I'd really like to tell you
Oh my sunshine even though your skies are blue
You're drying up my bed
How can I get any rest now
Sha la la la la la la la

And someday you will get the best of me
Oh someday probably when I'm old and grey
I'm lying in my bed and I will soon be put to rest now
Sha la la la la la la la