She's got a smile that it seems to me
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Reminds me of childhood memories
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Where everything
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Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
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Now and then when I see her face
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She takes me away to that special place
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And if I stared too long
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I'd probably break down and cry
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Sweet child o' mine
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Sweet love of mine
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She's got eyes of the bluest 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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And see an ounce of pain
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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
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And the rain
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To quietly pass me by
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Sweet child o' mine
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Sweet love of mine
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Where do we go
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Where do we go now
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Where do we go
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Where do we go
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Oh, where do we go now
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Where do we go
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Oh, where do we go now
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Oh, where do we go now
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Oh, where do we go
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Oh, where do we go now
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Where do we go
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Oh, where do we go now
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Where do we go
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Oh, where do we go now
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No, no, no, no, no, no, no
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Sweet child
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Sweet child o' mine
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Sweet Child O' Mine
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| Anastacia |
