Sometimes you gotta give in to win
There was sunshine after the atom bomb
now I'm nothing
I laugh and eat well
talking to myself again
each singing what belongs to her
I'm a kid and I'm not sorry
When the breeze penetrates these southside treees
In front of the toilet, hands and knees
I grow strong
When will you take off your clothes?
Every woman looks better in a sundress
Sunshine sunshine is fine
there was sunshine after the atom bomb
now I am nothing
I would keep this feeling in a plastic jar
In some future time I'll be talking
to myself again.
Sometimes you gotta give in to win.
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