Out of the window.
Out of the window the sky a dirty grey and i think to myself what a miserable day, hurt , pain, crying, dying, what is the use of even trying.
But then i look at you and all is forgiven , forgotten, ok.
i see the sky turn golden , the birds start to sing.
You make it all ok.
But then i look at you and all is forgiven , forgotten, ok.
i see the sky turn golden , the birds start to sing.
You make it all ok.
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