by Dean Friedman
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I know a girl, her hair is brown.
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She wears her smile upside down
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There's a little black cloud hanging over her head
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No one can count the tears she's shed.
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There's a little black cloud that follows her around
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But I'm gonna keep her safe and sound. Safe and sound.
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She acts so cool. I call her bluff.
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'Cause I know she is full of love.
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She thinks I'm crazy, I guess it's true.
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Crazy in love with you.
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There's a little black cloud hanging over her head
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No one can count the tears she's shed.
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There's a little black cloud that follows her around
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But I'm gonna keep her safe and sound. Safe and sound.
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Alone in a corner, she looks so sad.
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Must have been a difficult time she had.
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One of these days, the skies will clear
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And that little cloud will disappear.
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There's a little black cloud hanging over her head
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No one can count the tears she's shed.
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There's a little black cloud that follows her around
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But I'm gonna keep her safe and sound. Safe and sound.
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Little Black Cloud
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| Dean Friedman |
