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We're just a canvas painted in fragile lines of a fractured AprilAnd its so bright that we're drowning happilyIn the softest sunlight you'll ever seeThis is melodyCalm and simple like our bare feet in the cool grassLike the way we feel the ground soften beneath usBeneath usDays like these it seems like B.B. King is singing out my skyAnd if this were the blues, I don't think you could cryThis is harmonyDelicate and sweetLike the crushed petals of a cherry treeThis is melodyCalm and simple like parading in the tulipsLike the way we feel the ground soften beneath usDays like these it seems like B.B. King is singing out my skyAnd if this were the blues, I don't think you could cryDays like these it seems like B.B. King is singing out my skyAnd if this were the blues, I don't think you could cryNights like these I feel like dancing cause it's jazz weather outsideArms up to the skyOh my God, to be alive From Letras Mania