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Apr. 22nd, 2008

Sometimes Sunshine I think you're happy
With an ounce of prevention and a pound of cure
I think your memory's quite selective
When recalling what I came here for

Sometimes, Sunshine

So let me see what's up your sleeve
And I'll let you see what's behind my back
'Cause I thought we were on the same side, Sunshine
And that you'd make for all the things I lack

Sometimes, Sunshine

Sometimes, Sunshine you look right through me
And now it happens far too much
That you're dreaming vividly in color
And I'm wide awake so our worlds never really touch

Sometimes, Sunshine

I live in a world where good intention
And prevention don't connect the way they should
And I need a pound of cure
To compensate for what prevention cannot restore