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Let me begin |
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Feels good 'cause it's early |
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Ease open my eyes |
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And let light in |
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Some ideas are brewing |
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The radio abides |
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With flying string |
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Old ideas worth doing |
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Are taking their time |
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FineLet's not hurry |
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It's our morning(Spread out) |
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Let's not worry |
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It's our morning(Spread out) |
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How does a band |
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Turn into such a thing |
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If I had a hand |
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What would you say about |
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What's in my face |
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That warrants all this cess |
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And to have a band |
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That cracks the point of fame |
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Why does a man like me |
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Let's settle in |
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Rounding up my friends, |
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We might not feel so bad |
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Once in a while |
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I'll take a bit to smile |
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Some daydreams marked |
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By many little [?](Let me begin) |
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Comfort, comfort |
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Why do you run for it? |
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Why can't you keep doing |
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What you're supposed to do? |
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Why can't |
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I reach you? |
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When I most need you |
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You're at the beach and |
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I'm in some strange bed |
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Comfort, comfort |
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Why do you run for it? |
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Why can't you keep doing |
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What you're supposed to do? |
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Why do you have to go? |
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Why do you have to go? |
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I'm in the dark unknown |
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And you're staying home(Let me begin) |
