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Cloudy |
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The sky is gray and white and cloudy |
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Sometimes I think it's hanging down on me |
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And it's a hitchhike a hundred miles |
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I'm a raga-muffin child |
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Pointed finger-painted smile |
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I left my shadow waiting down the road for me a while |
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Cloudy |
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My thoughts are scattered and they're cloudy |
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They have no boreders, no boundaries |
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They echo and they swell |
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From Tolstoi to Tinkerbell |
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Down from Berkeley to Carmel |
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Got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of time to kill |
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Hey sunshine |
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I haven't seen you in a long time |
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Why don't you show your face and bend my mind? |
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These clouds stick to the sky |
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Like a floating question why |
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And they linger there to die |
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They don't know where they are going, and, my friend, neither do I |
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Cloudy |
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Cloudy |
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Cloudy |
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Cloudy |
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Cloudy |