It was way too hard, it was way too On she had not bargained But she was like some dancing to the beat of some Mans drum
And she tries to tell 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 out on the road again for a million reasons Well, youre back out on the road
And you try to tie together connections You get some ribbons and 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 youre a bit like her Youre just a little bit her Little bit like her, a little bit like
Turn to the crystal mirror well as always it is truthful Oh, well you see it in the reflection of the real lamp Well tie the connection get some ribbons and some And get back out on the
But they were good They were good good stranger
So you found a without a king Oh yes and here loved her No one was
a little bit like her Youre just a little bit her Little bit like her, a little bit Juliet
Let the crisis a bridge And cross bridge tomorrow Well, let the time that 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?
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