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MORNING SUN |
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by Carole King |
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Sometimes I feel like I've been living much too long |
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And I've wasted too much time |
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I think I've lost the inner harmony that flows through me |
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And my body and mind |
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Like the shoreline that divides the sea and sand |
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I'm a surface ever changing |
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I get burdened by the things I just don't understand |
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And all the mountains left to climb |
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But then the morning sun comes shining through my window |
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And it's good to be alive |
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It's gonna be a golden day |
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Wings unfoldin' day |
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Green trees, blue sky |
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If I can only learn the lesson of the seasons |
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Of a balance rearranging |
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Though they may not always come just when I want them to |
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Still they come and keep me high |
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And the morning sun comes shining through my window |
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And it's good to be alive |
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It's gonna be a golden day |
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Wings unfoldin' day |
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Green trees, blue sky |