| Carrying your blue and yellow painting in the air
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| You are crossing the morning
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| And the early streetlights shine in threes
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| Down onto your hair
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| On the weekend
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| On the Saturday of the recital
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| And the end of the fall
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| I hope the sun will shine
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| I hope that you will say if I can
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| Be a friend to you
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| Be a friend sometime
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| Carried over traffic
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| You are lifted over cars, over the weather
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| Altogether you are held high
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| You are traveling far
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| On the morning
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| With bells sending up songs
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| Of forgiveness, righting every wrong
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| I hope the sun will shine
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| I hope that you will say if I can
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| Be a friend to you
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| Be a friend sometime
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| The year has been up and down
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| I hope this is a new day now
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| To let the love that’s here
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| Lift us from the ground
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| I’m missing you, please come by
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| I hope that you will say if I can
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| Be a friend to you, as you have been mine
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| The year has been up and down
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| I hope this is a new day now
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| To let the love that’s here
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| Lift us from the ground |