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    Well, it might seem like we're not the only ones to tell you
    But who's in charge of your destiny
    Some dumb fucker, or is it you?
    Know it's not what's in-between your legs
    But what's inside your head that counts
    You say you're worthless
    But I see through the bullshit
    I see through the bullshit

    Well, you're not helpless
    You can stand on your own two feet
    So why do you let yourself be treated like a fucking piece of meat?
    You call it life, I call it rape, I call it prostitution
    I don't know why you hate yourself
    'Cause you're not ugly at all

    So let the sunshine in
    And chase away your blues
    'Cause smilers never lose, and frowners never win
    So let the sunshine in
    I know it's fucking hard
    But now it's time to try to start
    To let the sunshine in

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    And when you feel fucked up
    And your life is in the gutter
    Think about it for a minute
    It's what you say that matters
    Don't call it life, just call it rape, just call it prostitution
    And you won't have to hate yourself
    'Cause you know you're a beautiful person

    Let the sunshine in
    And chase away your blues
    'Cause smilers never lose, and frowners never win
    So let the sunshine in
    I know it's fucking hard
    But now it's time to try to start
    To let the sunshine in

    The Sun's gonna shine on you
    The Sun's gonna shine on you
    Sun's gonna shine on you
    So let the sunshine, let the sunshine through

    The Sun's gonna shine on you
    The Sun's gonna shine on you
    The Sun's gonna shine on you
    So let the sunshine, let the sunshine
    Gotta let the sunshine, let the sunshine
    Let the sunshine, let the sunshine
    Let the sunshine, let the sunshine
    Let the sunshine, let the sunshine through

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    Composition: Ben Weasel

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