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GOne morning not long after spring I see her standing Emhands in her pockets
A smell like a suttle brush sweep.
GI sit alone in my mind Just like another another thouEmsand times
But shes outa my league, she outs my
It eaCsier to turn and walk aDway I cClose my eyes my mind begins to fDray CAnd in letting you go I'll face the road alone DWhile denying to myself im in love with you
GThe sun never rose EmThe sun never rose CThe sun never rose, on our day.