('BubblingSun')

I have a reason to cry out
A vision of me calling
When I'm on my way
I need my sweet thing to hold me
To soften the bad thoughts
That are on my way

My lady looking lovely
The sun behind her's bubbling
I'll kiss her in my kitchen
And float up on a natural glide

Singing with the world
Not looking for all the answers
Not answering the phone all day
Singing at the world
And laughing
When you get there it feels cool
Not worried about the small things
Birds get together with handshakes
Singing with the world
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We want it to keep on getting better
To push out from around us
And be on our way
I know a little of the brightness
That cuts some of the darkness
That is on your way

Doesn't it feel lovely
The sun behind you bubbling
Let's catch up in my kitchen
And take up on a natural glide

And I can swallow all that rain
I can swallow all that rage

Let's hear it, I can swallow!