Send In The Sun
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G D# C Send in that sunshineG D# C Make everything rightG D# C Turn on your love light 'Cause baby I’m coming on byG D# C Send in that sunshineG D# C Make everything rightG D# 'Cause there ain’t no suffering inC lifeG D# That don’t ease with the passageC of time [Verse 1]G D# If stars died of old ageC They wouldn’t explode, they’d burn out with a slow fadeG D# But stars escape life with a gunC shot Which makes me think they stick a pistol in their sun spotG Bite the barrel, squeeze theD# C trigger, Might have cared once, but the obstacles seem biggerG D# And they’re stuck behind a giant 8 ballC The milky way is star brains that are smeared across the space wallContinúa después del anuncioG D# You know the red giant in sectorC two? Yeah, Hector, true, he was a depressing dudeG D# I think he thought nobody thoughtC about him, And now that I think about it, I’m liable to guess it’s trueG D# C Everybody wants the sun to come and cure their rough moods but suns need love tooG D# I give out energy and don’tC receive. I’m tired now, I’ll go to sleep N.C. And when this is the coldest solstice, maybe folks’ll notice me [Chorus]G D# C Send in that sunshineG D# C Make everything rightG D# Turn on your love light, 'Cause babyC I’m coming on byG D# C Send in that sunshineG D# C Make everything rightG D# 'Cause there ain’t no suffering inC lifeG D# That don’t ease with the passageC of time [Verse 2]G D# C Goodbye Maggie, Goodbye Jules, I wish you’d stuck around, you wise foolsG D# 'Cause friends they tend to come and go,C The way the ocean ebbs and flows but there’s reminders in the tide poolsG D# But when the standing water’s putridC Who am I to say a choice you made was stupid?G D# There’s a bunch of us who loved youC Fucking stuck here pointing fingers at ourselves for something you didG You you you you you packed yourD# problems in a suitcaseC You you you went away forever to a new placeG D# You left behind a lot of blueC faces and bouquets and loose ends like shoelaces, But my friend, it’s too lateG D# So all my lightweights andC barflies, let’s raise a pint each time a star diesG D# And toast the memory of hard livesC Filed on the interstellar hard drives and archives