It´s so sad what we have become
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Beautiful days we seem to leave so undone
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And I don´t know where we will go from here
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All I know is that I can´t seem to see the sun
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Through the sky from here
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Everyone has a finger
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But they can´t point me to the light
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It can´t be that hard to find
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After all we´re so bright
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I don´t know if tomorrow has a day
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I don´t know if the rays will shine my way again
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All I know is that I´m standing in a place where
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My futur is like the skies of L.A.
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Skies of L.A.
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Skies of L.A.
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I don´t know if my body can take much more
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We´re in the line of the riches (?)
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But my mind seems so poor
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Everyone has a finger
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But they can´t point me to the light
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It should´t be that hard to find
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After all we´re so bright
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I see so many visions
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But everyone seems out of sight
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The (?) reflection of a light
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Skies of L.A.
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My futur looks like the skies of L.A.
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Skies Of L.A.
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Celine Dion(¼¿¸°µð¿Â) |