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I like to take you in the morning |
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When the day is fresh |
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When I can't remember who you are |
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Or what you've done to deserve my flesh |
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When you doe eyes give nothing away |
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When the innocence clouds my gaze |
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Then we can attend the demise of the day |
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With a dirty glow about our face |
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I could rub my eyes all day and this would be |
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No more clear in my head |
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My imagination is thrashing from side to side |
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Because you keep it so well fed |
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I must keep my mouth from moving |
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Keep all that I feel inside |
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Please don't ask, you can read it on his face |
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The more I speak the more we are buried alive |
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Hail / You won it |
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Hail / So wrong and |
