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Natasha Bedingfield - Pocketful Of Sunshine
I got a pocket,got a pocketful of sunshine
i got a love and i know that it's all min
ohh
Do what you want but your never going to break me
sticks and stones are never ganna shake me
ohh
Take me away
Take me away
A secret place
A sweet escape
Take Me away
Take me away
To better days
take me away
A hiding place
I got a pocket,got a pocketful of sunshine
i got a love and i know that its all mine
ohh
ohhah
Do what you want but your never ganna break me
Sticks and stones are never ganna shake me
ohh
ohhah
I got a pocket,got a pocketful of sunshine
i got a love and i know that its all mine
ohh
ohhah
wish that you could but your never ganna own me
do everything that you can to control me
ohh
ohhah
Take me away
Take me away
A secret place
A sweet escape
Take Me away
Take me away
To better days
take me away
A hiding place
Theres this place that i go that nobody knows
where the rivers flow na di call it home and theres no more lies
and the darkness is light and nobody cries theres only butterflies
Take me away
A secret place
A sweet escape
Take Me away
Take me away
To better days
take me away
A hiding place
Take me away
To better days
take me away
A hiding place
The sun's on my side
Wave me for a ride
I smile up to the sky
I know i'll be alright
The sun's on my side
Wave me for a ride
I smile up to the sky
I know i'll be alright

Sung By "Shawn Colvin"

Sunny came home to her favorite room
Sunny sat down in the kitchen
She opened a book and a box of tools
Sunny came home with a mission
She says days go by I'm hypnotized
I'm walking on a wire
I close my eyes and fly out of my mind
Into the fire
Sunny came home with a list of names
She didn't believe in transcendence
It's time for a few small repairs she said
Sunny came home with a vengeance
She says days go by I don't know why
I'm walking on a wire
I close my eyes and fly out of my mind
Into the fire
Get the kids and bring a sweater
Dry is good and wind is better
Count the years, you always knew it
Strike a match, go on and do it
Days go by I'm hypnotized
I'm walking on a wire
I close my eyes and fly out of my mind
Into the fire
Light the sky and hold on tight
The world is burning down
She's out there on her own and she's alright
Sunny came home
Sunny came home...

The End.

"Our Song"
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car
He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
The other on my heart
I look around, turn the radio down
He says baby is something wrong?
I say nothing I was just thinking how we don't have a song
And he says...
[Chorus:]
Our song is the slamming screen door,
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
Cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have"
And when I got home ... before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again
I was walking up the front porch steps after everything that day
Had gone all wrong and been trampled on
And lost and thrown away
Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin' bed
I almost didn't notice all the roses
And the note that said...
[Repeat Chorus]
I've heard every album, listened to the radio
Waited for something to come along
That was as good as our song...
Cause our song is the slamming screen door
Sneaking out late, tapping on his window
When we're on the phone and he talks real slow
Cause it's late and his mama don't know
Our song is the way he laughs
The first date "man, I didn't kiss him, and I should have"
And when I got home, before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
And I... wrote down our song

what is this world, what is this we抳e created
in the burdens of this life i cannot rest
this world means nothing
everything we hold will pass away
with a void of completion comfort will ever fade
i long for this wind to cease
we once held undying devotion
now dead to our thoughts, undefined like our love