Early in the morning, wake up to a bright blue sky
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lightning comes at any time to break it down and make it ugly
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I know that it's just for me
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'cause no one else can feel or understand
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that's alright because I can handle all that you throw down
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and I hope you find a perfect place
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where skies are beautiful all of the time
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it's all that matters, pretty, pretty
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and I know that's all you could care about
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there's no reason why you can't
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it's all about the icing, and nobody cares about what's inside
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you could see the outside face, it looks good, it must be great
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and I know that's all you see
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what would it matter anyway
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'cause I can see right through your pretty, pretty skin today
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and I hope you find a perfect place
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where sky's are beautiful all of the time
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it's all that matters, pretty, pretty
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and I know that's all you could care about
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there's no reason why you can't
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and no reason why I should try to go on anymore
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my reason's all gone, no reason why you should
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try to make excuses to make me feel alright
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excuses call for stupid reasons
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and I know that it's not much that I can offer right now
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just give me one little second and I will try my hardest
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to make you feel like I'm someone else.
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Pretty, Pretty
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The Early November |