Looking out of the window there's a sun in the sky
Burns a hole in my heart but it won't make me cry
Greetings on the right side, man down in the street
Minds his own business, keeps on his feet
Looking out of the window there's a sun in the sky
Burns a hole in my heart but it won't make me cry
His girl was a housewife, children born with fire
But these are just memories of a funeral pyre
Looking out of the window there's a moon in the sky
Casts a shadow on my heart but it won't make me sigh
Sigh baby, sigh!
Looking out of the window there's a sun in the sky
Burns a hole in my heart but it won't make me cry

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