Cloudy

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Cloudy

The sky is gray and white and cloudy

Sometimes I think it's hanging down on me

And it's a hitchhike a hundred miles

I'm a raga-muffin child

Pointed finger-painted smile

I left my shadow waiting down the road for me a while

Cloudy

My thoughts are scattered and they're cloudy

They have no boreders, no boundaries

They echo and they swell

From Tolstoi to Tinkerbell

Down from Berkeley to Carmel

Got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of time to kill

Hey sunshine

I haven't seen you in a long time

Why don't you show your face and bend my mind?

These clouds stick to the sky

Like a floating question why

And they linger there to die

They don't know where they are going, and, my friend, neither do I

Cloudy

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