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One, two, three
I count black sheep on my way to sleep
I cant pick and choose these devils in my patterned dreams
When I wake up I am smiling
Now I will not change my mind
I will remember the trouble in my brothers eye
Its okay we dont cry we love the southern sky
Its okay we dont cry we love the southern sky
Its okay we dont cry we love the southern sky
Its okay we dont cry we love the southern sky
You and me, these are titles I can hardly speak
Are we bound here to an echo tinted blue and green
Let my memory run backwards
So together we may lie
I will remember the fire in the southern sky