You ask me to say what I'm thinking,
about how, why and when,
but you come with the sun...
You ask me to stop drinking beer,
Let me put judgment in my head and
then you come with the sun...
You ask for a star, to smile with it,
then you ask for a star to tie to your hair,
and you always come, or almost always come,
with the sun...
You ask me to leave the news alone,
to be a better cook,
but you come with the sun...
And you ask for the snoring to stop,
for the senses to be sharpened,
and eventually you come with the sun...
you ask for a truce under the sea so many leagues away,
may I not accuse your charms, even if I continue to rise
and you always come, or almost always come,
with the sun...
You ask for a love song,
that confirms that I am yours,
you ask that I take more care of my voice,
And that I not attack whoever, the world is ending.
You ask that I look at everything positively,
that I forget the enemy,
but you come with the sun.
You ask for discretion, sanity, laughter against
bitterness , in the end you come with the sun...
You ask for so many things, and I am still with broken hands,
trying to make myself good
to see if I have you like this, and you always come,
br/>or you almost always come with the sun...

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