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Your sky
Blue Mickey

 Clear sky, clear head
Good morning with a good letter I read
I guess this is gonna be a good day
but I’m afraid I won’t know where to stop
I’m not ashamed to say I cried for you

I got my guitar and a thousand tears that should be words
still trying to make a song out of it
Cry, cry, cry, cry, cry a little more
For what we are, we are still young

I saw a picture of a girl dancing in the sun
She had curly hair and brownish eyes
and a smile so warm
And I wish we were together now
You and I
So you could be her dad and
I could be you be your sky

Cry, cry, cry, cry, cry a little more
For what we are, we are still young





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