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October Sky

Yebba

Well, she slid down the hall in her socks and yelled, "Come outside"
No, no, no, nothing's wrong
I just happen to have a surprise
So we fell through the door like the autumn leaves
And I wrestled my brother down to his knees
Just to watch as her rocket shot into the October sky

There's a picture of us
In a layer of dust
On the mantle
Right by my cigarettes that I smoke since you left
'Cause you said you had to fly
In your October sky
La-la-la, la-da-da-da

Now I work in the city and I blend into the crowd
And the pеople grieve with mе since the towers came down, down
You could cut the pollution with a butter knife
You could wake up at two and then party all night
But I'm missin' my mama, so I stand on the street and get high

There's a picture of us
Hidden in a layer of dust
On the mantle
Right by my cigarettes that I smoke since you left
'Cause you said you had to fly
In your October sky
La-la-la, la-da-da-da
La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Oh, woah, oh

And as I go back home to Memphis
I remember days that I
I was outside shootin' rockets
Almost as high, high
In your October
In your October
In your October
In your October

In your October sky
La-la-la, la-da-da-da
La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
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