“You said
Remember that life is
Not meant to be wasted
We can always be chasing the sun
So fill up your lungs and just—run!
We can always be chasing the sun”

— Sara Bareilles

"Chasing the Sun"
Lyrics, The Blessed Unrest (2013)

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American pop rock singer-songwriter and pianist 1979

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