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And she tries hard to this story But its a hard one to She her book of miracles
Cry and the says fly on Well, now on your own Youre back out on the road for a million reasons Well, youre back out on the road
And you try to tie some connections You get some and some bows And get back out on the again
So you a queen without a king Oh yes and everyone loved her No one was
But a little bit like her Youre a little bit like her Little bit like her, a bit like Juliet
Turn to the blue crystal mirror as always it is truthful Oh, well you see it in the reflection of the real lamp tie the connection get some ribbons and some bows And get out on the road
But when they good were really good Really stranger
So you a queen without a king Oh yes and everyone here her No one was
a little bit like her Youre a little bit like her Little bit like her, a little bit Juliet
Let the crisis become a And that bridge tomorrow Well, let the time that goes between, Well, let it let go of the
She says, "The sky is crying", he says, "No, the sky is blue" He says, "The sky is not crying", he says, "The sky is blue" She says, "The sky is crying", he says, "The sky is blue" Can you get that?
The sky is he says, "No, the sky is blue" And can you get that? Can you get that? She says, "The sky is crying", he says, "The sky is blue"