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Here comes the day, here comes the morning |
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Just another day, bringing in the daylight |
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Forcing myself up out of bed |
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Staring at the wall, thinking of the fool, fool, fool |
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Here comes the child, he's just a little boy |
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Looking like his mother, feeling like his dad |
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Look at his face, he does enjoy the chase |
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Chasing all the girls, kissing all the girls |
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And his mother watches over |
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Making sure he won't let go of her |
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Looking from the window |
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Staring at the pavement |
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Spinning through the sky |
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I hear you cry |
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Calling softly |
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Falling softly |
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Smiling of course, I am a little boy |
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Just a little boy, playing with my soldiers |
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And they pulled him to his feet |
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But he was all broken, woken |
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Smiling from the window |
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Breathing in the open |
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Turning from the pavement |
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The sky so golden |
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Staring at my hands |
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Feel my heart is beating |
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Running through the streets |
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The world at our feet |
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Smiling from the window |
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Breathing in the open |
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Turning from the pavement |
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The sky so golden |
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Staring at my hands |
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Feel my heart is beating |
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Running through the streets |
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The world at our feet |
