the grass still has its dew.
mister blue sky has his day,
its a clear bright blue morning sky,
mister blue sky,
please stay
stay till the pain is gone.
ouh its noon,
and the forest is taking a break,
because mister blue sky is here to stay.
and its getting cloudy,
ouh mister blue sky,
the pain is still here,
where do u go?
where do u hide?
and why......?
ouh mister blue sky,
its getting dark,
and you are still
no where to be seen.
ouh mister blue sky,
i hope to see you tomorrow...
because the pain will never go...
and i need you to...
make me happy..
to make me forget,
of the pain inside..
ouh mister blue sky,
i hope to see you tomorrow........
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