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Word & music © Jeff Mellin/Sweet Red Onion Publishing, BMII haven't changed a thing It's just the way you left I haven't changed thing It's just the way you left it -- nothing's out of joint Sometimes a man'll lie down in the gap to get across his point Oh, the first time that you met I was wise beyond my years My eyes were clear and lucid My thoughts werer true and real The first that you met me -- Oh, but that was years ago, back when you bet that I'd forget you (oh no) Look at that sky That cotton-black cover That sheet of smother That seated mother beating down like wind and worry Here's you hat, now where's your hurry? Look at that sky Look at that sky Look at that... It isn't that you changed me It's more the way you left (It sounds strange to say that out loud) It's the sound of my complaining The sound of my ears draining Years go by and still the sound of my own voice sounds closest Look at that sky Look at that sky Look at that... |
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