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See the white and fluffy clouds |
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Adore the sun |
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As he shines his light |
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On each and every one |
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Still, those clouds can hide his light |
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Till the day becomes like night |
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So my light heart would darken too |
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If i ever lost you |
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As the clouds begin to shed |
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Their tears of rain |
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So my aching heart would |
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Shed its tears of pain |
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Till that happy moment when |
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Darkened clouds roll by and then |
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White and fluffy clouds |
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Adore the sun once again |
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Cheryl's solo: |
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When i was young |
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I'd long to touch a cloud |
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On my back on a bed of green |
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I'd contemplate the cloud scene |
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They would form themselves |
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Into a lot o' different kinds o' pictures |
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Of the kind that pre-existed in my mind |
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Paintin' the kind o' scene |
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That i never saw on a wide screen |
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Look! ain't that moses on the mount! |
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There! monte christo an' a gallant count! |
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Four white horses and a coach |
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Proceeding madly to approach |
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The sunlit castle of his majesty the king |
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Isn't that a flying saucer |
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And a pilgrim out of chaucer going by? |
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They're all right there in a cloud |
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Standing tall and proud |
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How thrilling to see! |
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A panorama that will never end |
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Like the movies do |
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'cause they're yours alone |
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An' under your direction |
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How'd y'like the movie |
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That was showin' t'day? |
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An' what a cast! |
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An' not only the casting |
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But a story full of glory everlasting |
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The errant, fluffy clouds |
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Doing everything they have always done |
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Like adore the sun |
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Come out an' do their thing again |
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Stephane grappelli/stochelo rosenberg solo |
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See the white, fluffy clouds adore the sun |
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As he shines his light on each and every one |
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White and fluffy clouds adore the sun |
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Once again. |
