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She's got a smile that it seems to me |
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Reminds me of childhood memories |
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Where everything |
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Was as fresh as the bright blue sky |
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Now and then when I see her face |
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She takes me away to that special place |
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And if I stared too long |
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I'd probably break down and cry |
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Sweet child o' mine |
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Sweet love of mine |
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She's got eyes of the bluest skies |
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As if they thought of rain |
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I hate to look into those eyes |
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And see an ounce of pain |
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Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place |
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Where as a child I'd hide |
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And pray for the thunder |
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And the rain |
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To quietly pass me by |
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Sweet child o' mine |
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Sweet love of mine |
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Where do we go |
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Where do we go now |
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Where do we go |
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Where do we go |
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Oh, where do we go now |
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Where do we go |
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Oh, where do we go now |
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Oh, where do we go now |
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Oh, where do we go |
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Oh, where do we go now |
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Where do we go |
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Oh, where do we go now |
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Where do we go |
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Oh, where do we go now |
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No, no, no, no, no, no, no |
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Sweet child |
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Sweet child o' mine |
