Son of the Blue Sky

Every time of midnight

Every time we muddle again

Hold on lovely memories

Every sound you bring out

Every time we suffer again

Holding lovely memories

Every stand of no way

Every town we muddle again

Call, I hold your memories

Every game of no sense

Every shame we offer in game

Hold on lovely memory

Son of the blue sky...

Every time of midnight

Every time we muddle again

Call and hold flash memory

Every time of midnight

Every time of midnight

Call and hold flash memory

I'd rather say

Feeding some birds lost in a cage

Kicking one's hells havings no way to go

Strolling musicians up on the way

Pulling one's leg having no way to go

Feeding some birds lost in a cage there

Being so free, finding the way to be

Wondering how smart it happens to be, happens to be

Son of the blue sky...

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written by GAWLINSKI, ROBERT

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