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She’s got a smile that it seems to me |
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re-minds me of my child-hood memories |
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where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky |
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now and then, when i see her face, |
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it takes me away to that special place |
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i’d probably break down and cry |
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whoa whoa sweet child of mine |
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oh oh oh sweet love of mine |
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She’s got eyes of the bluist skies |
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as if they thought of rain |
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i hate to look into those eyes |
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her hair reminds me of a warm safe place |
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where as a child i’d hide |
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and pray for the thunder and the rain |
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Whoa oh oh oh sweet child of mine |
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Whoa oh oh oh sweet love of mine |
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Whoa oh oh oh sweet child of mine |
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Whoa oh oh oh sweet love of mine |
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Whoa oh oh oh sweet child of mine |
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Whoa oh oh oh sweet love of mine |
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