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And she tries hard to this story But its a one to tell She consults her book of
Cry and the wind fly on Well, now youre on own Youre back out on the again for a million reasons Well, youre back out on the road
And you try to tie together some You get some ribbons and bows And get back out on the road
So you found a queen without a Oh yes and everyone loved her No one was
But youre a little bit her Youre just a little bit her bit like her, a little bit like Juliet
Turn to the crystal mirror well as always it is truthful Oh, you see it in the reflection of the real blue lamp tie the connection get some ribbons and some bows And get back out on the
But when were good They were really good stranger
So you found a queen without a Oh yes and everyone here her No one was
Youre a bit like her Youre a little bit like her Little bit like her, a little bit Juliet
Let the crisis become a And cross that tomorrow Well, let the time goes between, baby 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 into She says, "The sky is crying", he says, "The sky is blue"