For the girlfriend.
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While my girl is away, hating college, I write songs like this one. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't.
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Don't go chasing after rainbows, honey,
Without a raincoat.
Sometimes blue skies change.
And don't go letting all the people around you
Fold your pages,
'Cuz they can't make you change.
Don't go letting all the pale light in your
eyes fade out.
They reflect you true, now.
Don't let redeye start to creep in
when you cry out
God please make this change.
Even though the times are looking for a victim,
Don't be it,
'Cuz they are not all bad, so
Don't go throw the baby out with the
God has brought, said God has brought, God has brought me to you.
So don't go chasing after storm clouds, honey.
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