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Ian Brown Blue sky day
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Whatever happened to a blue sky day? Planes overhead sprayin' All my blue sky day away Sprayin' out the sun, Milkin' out the sky Aerosols at altitude, At atmospheric heights Jet planes making chemtrails, Making gridlines in' the skies Street graffiti not allowed, but vandalize... Stratospheric skies Whatever happened to a blue sky day? Planes overhead sprayin' All my blue sky day away Sprayin' out the sun, Milkin' out the sky Aerosols at altitude, At atmospheric heights Jet planes making chemtrails, Geo-engineerin' of the skies Street graffiti not allowed, but vandalize... Stratospheric skies You think I'm crazy, would you rather I don't say Shall we pretend that it ain't happenin', And it'll all just go away Jet planes making chemtrails, Making dawn raids in the sky Lines are spread like spiders' webs And that's makin' all of us... All of us the flies Right in front of your eyes Right there in the skies Right there in your eyes Right there in the skies You think I'm crazy, Would you rather I don't say Shall we pretend that it ain't Happenin' and it'll all ΅΅just go away Jetplanes making chemtrails, Criss-crossings in the skies Street graffiti not allowed, But vandalize... Stratospheric skies Right in front of your eyes Right there in the skies Right there in your eyes Right there in the skies The few that rule the many, Yeah yeah we all got eyes to see Some that just don't realise, The rich man's trickery It's the few that rule the many, We all got eyes to see Some that just don't realise, The rich man's... Plants, traps and trickery Woke up this mornin' to a blue sky day Planes overhead sprayin' All my blue sky day away Children, ask your daddy, Tell your mummy look to the skies Where have all the Blues skies gone, all hidden In plain sight
Writer(s): Ian Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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