Beneath the Sun

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Hot head sweating down
beneath a sun that’s red and round
melts my heart to hear the sound
hum, hum, hum

squint my eyes
etch our names
there’s nothing new
under the sun, sun, sun

rises on the good
rises on the evil
there are miracles in me
you can’t see, see, see

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