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Texty: Ron Sexsmith. Best Friends.

Look up my darling
Way up high
At the clouds above you

My heart's a window, darling
If you look inside
You'll see how I think of you

We all get angry sometimes
But it disappears
Don't have the patience sometimes
I create tears

But there's nothing in this wash
That won't come clear in the end
'Cause we're best friends