in silver rippling sky
I'm happy in the summer, pensive in autumn, nostalgic in winter, and hopeful in spring.

The sun comes up. Another day begins.
And I don’t even worry about the state I’m in.
Head so heavy and I’m looking thin.
But when the sun goes down, I want to start again.

You never understand me.
You never understand me.
Yeah.

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