| It was way too hard… it was way too tough…
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| On this she had not bargained
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| But she was like some missionary dancing to the beat of some
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| Man’s ancient drum
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| And she tries hard to tell this story… but it’s a hard one to tell
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| She consults her book of Miracles…
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| Cry… and the wind says fly on
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| Well now you’re on your own
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| You’re back out on the road again for a million reasons
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| Well you’re back out on the road again
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| And you try to tie together some connections…
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| You get some ribbons and some bows and get back out on the road again
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| So you found a queen without a king
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| Oh yes, and everyone here loved her… no one was wrong
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| But you’re a little bit like her
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| You’re just a little bit like her
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| A little bit like her… a little bit like Juliet
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| Turn to the blue crystal mirror… was as always it is truthful
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| Oh, well you see it in the reflection of the real blue lamp
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| Well tie the connection… get some ribbons and some bows… get back
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| Out on the road
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| But when they were good… they were really good… really good strangers
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| So you found a queen without a king
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| Oh yes, and everyone here loved her… no one was wrong
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| You’re a little bit like her
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| You’re just a little bit like her
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| A little bit like her… a little bit like Juliet
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| Let the crisis become a bridge… and cross that bridge tomorrow
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| Well let the time that goes between, baby…
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| Well let it let go of the sorrow
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| She says «The sky is crying.» |
| He says «No, the sky is blue.»
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| He says The sky is not crying." he says «The sky is blue.»
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| She says «The sky is crying.» |
| He says «The sky is blue.»
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| Can you get into that?
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| «The sky is crying…» He says «No, the sky is blue…» |