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I woke up, it was a Chelsea morning |
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And the first thing that I heard |
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Was a song outside my window |
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The traffic wrote the words |
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It came ringing up like Christmas bells |
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Rapping up like pipes and drums |
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Oh, won't you stay we'll put on the day |
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And we'll wear it 'till the night comes |
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I woke up, it was a Chelsea morning |
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And the first thing that I saw |
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Was the sun through yellow curtains |
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And a rainbow on my wall |
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Blue, red, green and gold to welcome you |
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Crimson crystal beads to beckon |
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Oh, won't you stay we'll put on the day |
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There's a sun show every second |
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Now the curtain opens on a portrait of today |
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And the streets are paved with passersby |
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Pigeons fly, and papers lie |
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Waiting to blow away |
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I woke up, it was a Chelsea morning |
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And the first thing that I knew |
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There was milk and toast and honey |
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And a bowl of orange juice too |
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And the light poured in like butterscotch |
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Stuck to all my senses |
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Oh, won't you stay we'll put on the day |
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And we'll talk in present tenses |
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When the contain closes |
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And the rainbow runs away |
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I will bring you incense owls by night |
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By jewel light, by candlelight, if only you will stay |
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Oh my darling won't you wake up, it is a Chelsea morning |