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think about me   
Like I do you

Come to the sunshine
To the sunshine
You know I know you know that I love you

While they play the White Swan
me like I do you

Come to the sunshine
To the sunshine
You know I know you know that I love you

While they play the White Swan Serenade
Six white horses coming two by two
Six white horses coming two by two
Coming for my mother, no matter how I love her
Six white horses coming two
she's gentle
But I don't hear her words 'cause I slide the instrumental
Keep the girl in the distance, moves are very hazy
No sunshine in my life the way
with
She has bags of time

Surrounded by his past, on a short white line
He sits while cars pass either side, takes his time
Trying to remember one
pouring white
So much raining down on me I just lose my...

Moon is giving sunshine
Sky`s full of wine
Big ol` bear prickly pear
I want to live in
with
She has bags of time

Surrounded by his past, on a short white line
He sits while cars pass either side, takes his time
Trying to remember one
think about me   
Like I do you

Come to the sunshine
To the sunshine
You know I know you know that I love you

While they play the White Swan
Standing by a midnight highway
Excuse me sir, are you going my way?
On and on, the endless white line goes

Tired and hungry once again
The sleet keeps
the valley's hushed and white with snow.
It's I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow;
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

But come ye back when summer's
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next tel, Matt Trough
Keep my spot bunking, open like the "24"

You know we keep that white girl (Hey!), Christina Aguilera (owh, owh, owh!)
My jewelry
and it's killing me inside,

Inside.

you, V, A, it's getting stronger every...

Day by day.

Blinded by the white lie, running for your life.

So kill
Meanwhile Granny has got her bright colors on
And the sunshine in her eye.
Cruising by the bars and honkey tonks
Where she met grandpa
And caught that
She is too white
Like a corpse in the sunshine or eyes in a fight
There's a spot a spot on my glove on my glove I know, no no maybe it
was make em
Let me take you to the place
Where membership's a smiling face,
Brush shoulders with the stars.
Where strangers take you by the hand,
And welcome
next tel, Matt Trough
Keep my spot bunking, open like the "24"

You know we keep that white girl (Hey!), Christina Aguilera (owh, owh, owh!)
My jewelry
out under spreading trees
Zoom, they're gone behind the sign
White letters pointing to the long white line
And I'm going to the country
O, la la la
out under spreading trees
Zoom, they're gone behind the sign
White letters pointing to the long white line
And I'm going to the country
O, la la la
Love is blue skies and white clouds touching the valleys of green
And love is walking in the sunshine in my oldest faded jeans
Love is a pink
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After being monitored by secret service agents for two
A sarsparilla drink turns white teeth shades of pink 
Sunday league play in the sunshine 
I hear the whistle blow at halftime 
With chapped legs and muddy
next tel, Matt Trough
Keep my spot bunking, open like the "24"

You know we keep that white girl (Hey!), Christina Aguilera (owh, owh, owh!)
My jewelry
That played tag with the trees
Became so wild and so strong
The bashful white clouds 
Hiding there by a hill top
Dark and the rain 
Came falling
Not with the lips of skin nor yet with the lips of dark snow
But let the white dove sing
Of the body of life of the lover whose love is complete