| Cloudy
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| The sky is gray and white and cloudy,
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| Sometimes I think it's hanging down on me.
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| And it's a hitchhike a hundred miles.
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| I'm a rag-a-muffin child.
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| Pointed finger-painted smile.
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| I left my shadow waiting down the road for me a while.
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| Cloudy
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| My thoughts are scattered and they're cloudy,
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| They have no borders, no boundaries.
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| They echo and they swell
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| From Tolstoy to Tinker Bell.
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| Down from Berkeley to Cornell.
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| Got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of time to kill.
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| Hey sunshine
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| I haven't seen you in a long time.
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| Why don't you show your face and bend my mind?
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| These clouds stick to the sky
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| Like floating questions, why?
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| And they linger there to die.
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| They don't know where they are going, and, my friend, neither do I.
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| Cloudy,
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| Cloudy. |