| She's got a smile that it seems to me
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| Reminds me of childhood memories
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| Where everything
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| Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
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| Now and then when I see her face
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| She takes me away to that special place
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| And if I stared too long
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| I'd probably break down and cry
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| Sweet child o' mine
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| Sweet love of mine
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| She's got eyes of the bluest skies
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| As if they thought of rain
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| I hate to look into those eyes
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| And see an ounce of pain
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| Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
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| Where as a child I'd hide
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| And pray for the thunder
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| And the rain
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| To quietly pass me by
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| Sweet child o' mine
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| Sweet love of mine
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| Sweet child o' mine
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| Sweet love of mine
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| Sweet child o' mine
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| Sweet love of mine
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| Where do we go
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| Where do we go now
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| Where do we go
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| Where do we go
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| Where do we go now
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| Where do we go
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| Sweet child o' mine
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| Where do we go
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| Where do we go now
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| Where do we go
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| Where do we go now
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| Where do we go
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| Where do we go now
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| Sweet child o' mine
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| Sweet child o' mine |