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I don't want to make a plea
Just can't hide what's inside of me
And for the moment it's you I see
Though I'm potentially mistaken
I don't want to waste your time
Telling you what's on my mind
Nothing new is all you'll find
And you will wish that the time were not taken
Blue skies take their time
Soon as come they change their mind
Try to be a person resigned
To seek and not find their favour
Her eyes know their aim
Her smile shines through the rain
I hope I see it again
Sooner instead of later
Would you like to go to the very last row?
Would you like to lie low, put it all on a show?
With your meal to go and your toys in tow
Would you like to run where the wheels are spun?
I don't want to change your plan
What is there to understand?
Got to keep it down if I can
Or pointless will be my labour
Sunny skies take their time
Soon as come they change their mind
Try to be a person resigned
To seek and not find their favour
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| © 2007, 2010. Words and music by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved.
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