| Toni Childs, David Ricketts
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| why you look so sad
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| when the sky is perfect blue
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| and you’re getting everything
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| you ever wanted to let’s not talk about the bad times
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| we’ve been through that before
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| it’s not right
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| for making love anymore
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| just stop your fussin boy
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| please stop your fussin boy
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| for your time will come
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| yes your time will come
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| can you lay me down
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| in meadows soft and green
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| and can you lay me down
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| and talk to me of things
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| like stars that burn into the night
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| and moons that turn with purple lines
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| that’s what I want
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| just stop your fussin boy
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| please stop your fussin boy
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| your time will come
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| can’t you just stop your fussin, boy
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| please stop your fussin boy
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| can someone tell me why it is how we could spend so many lonely years
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| when there’s a light at the end of life
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| it’s enough it’s enough it’s enough
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| it’s enough to try
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| we can see the light
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| we can feel the warmth
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| we can see it shine
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| we can see it all in our lifetime
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| so why you look so sad
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| when the sky is perfect blue
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| and you’re getting everything
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| you ever wanted, too
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| stop your fussin
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| just stop your fussin
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| for your time will come
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| we can see it in our lifetime
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| we can see it in our lifetime |