Violet Umbrella by Sweetheart Surgery
From under the violet umbrella
She makes us write the songs so mellow
She puts her darkest black on my blue eyes
Oh who of us thought that it may be
We called each other gee and baby
But what become of shiny hopeful skies
She turns her face left she turn her face right
She whispers the words that is hard to believe
So I swallow this meal just for sleeping at night
But joking on me is the thing I will never forgive
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