If You Steal My Sunshine

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I was lying on the grass on Sunday morning of last week

Indulging in my self-defeat

My mind was thugged all laced and bugged all twisted wrong and beat

uncomfortable in three feet deep

Now the fuzzy stare from not being there on a confusing morning week

Impaired my tribal lunar-speak

And of course you can't become if you only say what you would have done

So I missed a million miles of fun

I know it's up for me

IF YOU STEAL MY SUNSHINE

Making sure I'm not in too deep

IF YOU STEAL MY SUNSHINE

Keeping versed and on my feet

IF YOU STEAL MY SUNSHINE