Correction Paroles Sweet Child o’ Mine par Manic Street Preachers

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So, we've got a gift-wrapped present for every one of ya
You know, sometimes the criticism about us is:
"Too much f**king context, too much subtext, too much this, too much that, miserable b*st*rds"
Not always!

She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
It takes me away to the special place
And if I stared too long, I'd probably break down and cry

(Whoa-whoa-whoa, sweet child of mine)
(Whoa, oh-oh-oh, sweet love of mine)

She's got eyes of the bluest skies as if they thought of rain
I'd hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm, safe place where as a child I'd hide
I pray for the thunder and the rain, why did it have to die
(Whoa-whoa-whoa, sweet child of mine)
(Whoa oh-oh-oh, sweet love of mine)

Whoa whoa ah ah, oh-oh-oh-oh, sweet love of mine
Whoa oh-oh-oh, sweet child of mine
Whoa oh-oh-oh, sweet child of mine
Whoa oh-oh-oh

(Where do we go? Where do we go now?)
(Where do we go?)
(Where do we go? Where do we go now?)
(Where do we go now?)
(Where do we go? Where do we go now?)
(Where do we go? Where do we go now?)

Where do we go? Oh, where do we go now?
Where do we go? Oh, where do we go now?
Where do we go? Where do we go now?

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