The sky was gold, it was rose
I was taking sips of it through my nose
And I wish I could get back there
some place back there
In the place we used to sta-a-a-a-rt
Doo…
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The sky was gold, it was rose
I was taking sips of it through my nose
And I wish I could get back there
some place back there
In the place we used to sta-a-a-a-rt
Doo…
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