| Sky could be blue as can be
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| Grass could be green, green, too
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| My love the same as them
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| They’re facts, it’s true, it’s true
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| Sky could be blue as can be
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| Grass could be green, green, too
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| My love the same as them
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| They’re facts, it’s true, it’s true
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| When I leave someday
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| My hands will hold with yours
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| And every piece of me lives in the sand
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| In the air
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| Oh, with you
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| It’s true, it’s true
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| I’ve been through so many moons
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| You’ve seen them, too
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| Doubting is hard to undo
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| But know me for my truth
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| Sky could be blue as can be
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| Grass could be green, green, too
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| My love the same as them
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| They’re facts, it’s true, it’s true
|
| Sky could be blue as can be
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| Grass could be green, green, too
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| My love the same as them
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| They’re facts, it’s true, it’s true
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| I’ve been through so many moons
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| I’ve been through so many moons
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| Sky could be blue as can be
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| Grass could be green, green, too
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| My love the same as them
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| They’re facts, it’s true, it’s true
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| Sky could be blue as can be
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| Grass could be green, green, too
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| My love the same as them
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| They’re facts, it’s true, it’s true |