Blue eyes, When I swore to them I wasn't blue.
Blue skies, when we all swore to never cry again.
Blue bird, what you called me the day I fell forward, into, into your blue.
into, into, you.
No roads, of no where, can lead us to here.
Under cold sheets, when you ask me.
Little unfair, that I got there first.
Spin me over, then you ask me first.
Blue eyes, When I swore to them I wasn't blue.
Blue skies, when we all swore to never cry again.
Blue bird, what you called me the day I fell forward, into, into your blue.
into, into, you.
(part of a song I wrote)
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