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Smoke in the distanceMaybe meant to be a signMaybe it's just your way of tryin sayin goodbyeThe room was tippin over butBut my mind was standing stillThere was sunshine drippin off the window sillThats what it takes to make the cloudsThats what it takes to make the cloudsIn June, pretty babyIn June, pretty babyIn June, pretty babyIn JuneIn June, pretty babyIn June, pretty babyIn June, pretty babyIn June, JustineI looked it up in the dictionary,In the dictionary of dreamsThe room was tippin over, on page 63The red expect a miracle, garaunteed to pleaseAnd all the indicators, point to you, JustineThats what it takes to make the cloudsLetras de cancionesThats what it takes to make the cloudsThats what it takes to make the cloudsIn June pretty babyIn June pretty babyIn June pretty babyIn JuneIn June pretty babyIn June pretty babyIn June pretty babyIn June, JustineI had to take the trainThe rain was flooding AmsterdamAnd then there was an avalancheThat covered half of FranceBack at Central StationThere emerged a submarineThe captain tipped her hat at meIt was you, JustineThats what it takes to make the cloudsThats what it takes to make the cloudsIn June pretty babyIn June pretty babyIn June pretty babyIn JuneIn June pretty babyIn June pretty babyIn June pretty babyIn June, JustineThe room was tippin overBut my mind was standin stillThere was sunshine drippin off the window sillSo much has happened to me lately in my sleepNow I know in June, you'll be here, JustineThats what it takes to make the cloudsThats what it takes to make the cloudsIn June pretty babyIn June pretty babyIn June pretty babyIn JuneIn June pretty babyIn June pretty babyIn June pretty babyIn JuneIn June pretty babyIn June pretty babyIn June pretty babyIn JuneIn June pretty babyIn June pretty babyIn June pretty babyIn June From Letras Mania