Cloudy
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Cloudy
The sky is grey and white and, cloudy
Sometimes I think it's hanging down on me,
It's a hitchhike a hundred miles
I'm a ragamuffin child
Pointed finger painted smile
I left my shadow waitin' down the road from me awhile
Cloudy
My thoughts are scattered and their cloudy
The have no borders no boundary
They echo and they swell
From Tolstoy to Tinkerbell
Down from Berkeley to Carmel
Got some poems in my pocket
And a lot of time to kill
Oh, sunshine I haven't seen you in a long time
Why wont you show your face and, bend my mind
These clouds stick to the sky
Like floating questions why
And they linger there or die
They don't know where their going
And my friend neither do I
Oh, cloudy (ah ah ah ah ah ah ah)
Cloudy (ah ah ah ah ah ah ah)
Cloudy (ah ah ah ah ah ah ah)
Cloudy (ah ah ah ah ah ah ah)
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