My sandpaper sigh engraves a line into the rust of your tongue.
Girl, I could have been someone to you.
Would have painted the sky blue, baby blue...if you knew.
Baby blue.
Edging closer, you swing my way.
I've got no chance and nothing to say.
But stay here for a little while.
Baby blue.
But if only you could see I've got a shadow crossing your path.
It won't be the last. Baby blue
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