He's got a smile that it seems to me
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Reminds me of childhood memories
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Where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky
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Now and then when I see his face
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It 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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He's got eyes of the bluest skies
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And 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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His 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 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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Sweet child o' mine
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Sweet Child O`Mine
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