| My pretty cloud in the sky
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| I’m watching you from afar
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| Sometimes you float up and grace me with sun
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| And sometimes you come very close
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| And multiply yourself
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| Heavy and thick, raining sorrow on me
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| Still, I am blissful in whatever you give me
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| I lean on the mystery of who you are
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| Still, I am blissful in whatever you show me
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| A real curiosity of who you are
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| (Hi) Sensitive to temperature, sensitive to moisture
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| Sensitive to the winds that always come (Goodbye)
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| (Hi) And there are days where you spread yourself
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| So thin across the atmosphere that I can’t see you (Goodbye)
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| Anymore
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| Still, I am blissful in whatever you give me
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| I lean on the mystery of who you are
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| Still, I am blissful in whatever you show me
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| A real curiosity of who you are
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| Hey, I’m so sorry you feel sad
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| I wanted to tell you that I love your sensitivity
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| And I was so glad you called me this morning (Goodbye)
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| And for the messages that you sent me yesterday
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| That I woke up with
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| I saw when you were calling that your face would change
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| I’m so sorry, I love you, even if I go to Paris (Goodbye)
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| You’ll just have to come with me
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| Still, I am blissful in whatever you give me
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| I lean on the mystery of who you are
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| Still, I am blissful in whatever you show me
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| A real curiosity of who you are
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| Check, check (Hi)
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Goodbye)
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| Check, check (Hi)
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Goodbye)
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| Goodbye |