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Monday, September 14, 2009

i have been told it is very rude to yell but

YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE
MY ONLY SUNSHINE
YOU MAKE ME HAPPY
WHEN SKIES ARE GRAY

My smiles could never be enough to tell you
how much it means you don't take
that sunshiiiine
away-ayyy, ayyy.

Rock outro.

Posted by seville at 8:16 PM

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