Status Quo sunny cellophane skies 1998 stereo mix

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Looking up to the cloud above my head
Your face concealed by purple mist that feels like lead
It slowly clears and at last my eyes are filled
Sunny cellophane skies, silver writing my eyes
Bright sunny cellophane skies, I like the way
You make me feel, sensations, I thought were unreal
Now, your life has gone, in this world, I don't belong
Words, are all I own, now you're gone, I'm all alone
Sunny cellophane skies, silver writing my eyes
Bright sunny cellophane skies, I like the way
You make me feel, sensations, I thought were unreal
Sunny cellophane skies, silver writing my eyes
Bright sunny cellophane skies

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