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Sunny summer days
Been born to live with scars
Been born to fight the tears
And i know, the past was me
Now I know, I came to fight
You can stop me
You can bring me down
But I’ll fight; been fighting my whole life
And I don’t care what you throw at me
Been tossed and thrown like change
Like change
Sunny days, summer days
They will come
Oh sunny days, sunny days
they will come
You know it’s funny
On sunny summer days
I feel most alone, cooped in the house
No friends or plans, but sunny days
Sunny days, summer days
They will come
Oh sunny days, sunny days
they will come
Now as I grow, I’ll have to see the world
And hopefully then I find the one
I’ll find someone, I’ll find some friends
And we will sing
Sunny days, summer days
They will come
Oh sunny days, sunny days
they will come
Life ain’t about the way
Life ain’t about the life
Its about warm rain
Laughing, till you cry
loving you and finding
All the things that make you happy
Been born to live with scars
Been born to fight the tears
And i know, the past was me
Now I know, I came to fight
Momma taught me me right
Been born to fight the tears
And i know, the past was me
Now I know, I came to fight
You can stop me
You can bring me down
But I’ll fight; been fighting my whole life
And I don’t care what you throw at me
Been tossed and thrown like change
Like change
Sunny days, summer days
They will come
Oh sunny days, sunny days
they will come
You know it’s funny
On sunny summer days
I feel most alone, cooped in the house
No friends or plans, but sunny days
Sunny days, summer days
They will come
Oh sunny days, sunny days
they will come
Now as I grow, I’ll have to see the world
And hopefully then I find the one
I’ll find someone, I’ll find some friends
And we will sing
Sunny days, summer days
They will come
Oh sunny days, sunny days
they will come
Life ain’t about the way
Life ain’t about the life
Its about warm rain
Laughing, till you cry
loving you and finding
All the things that make you happy
Been born to live with scars
Been born to fight the tears
And i know, the past was me
Now I know, I came to fight
Momma taught me me right
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