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YouWith room to finally fall and the calm it's crashing down from it allYou hear a lover's call, some faint some frighteningMe waiting on it allAnd I'm, I'm, I'm under some kind of sunAnd I'm, I'm, I'm under some kind of sunSome leave, some quiet at, some distances come fastAnd it's then the light turnsAnd quick your eyes turn back, all is fickle, faint and flatA graceful gallant burnAnd I'm, I'm, I'm under some kind of sunAnd I'm, I'm, I'm under some kind of sun*
