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The telephone is ringin' in the middle of the night |
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I pull the bed clothes higher |
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Will it stop calling out if I turn out the light? |
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I'm afraid of these shadows here |
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'Cause my past is truly frightening |
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And I'm afraid of the warmth in the down |
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Of a feathered heart in flight |
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It's just another morning here |
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(It's morning) |
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It's just another morning here |
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It's just another morning here |
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(It's morning) |
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And it's a miracle that it comes around |
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Everyday of the year |
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The neighbors scream and their baby cries |
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I'm hiding in the corner, I won't be them |
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Pray I won't be them one day |
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Maybe it's just the breath of August |
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So hot upon my shoulders |
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Or an open window |
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For the winged heart to fly away |
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It's just another morning here |
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(It's morning) |
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It's just another morning here |
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It's just another morning here |
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(It's morning) |
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And it's a miracle that it comes around |
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Everyday of the year |
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The telephone is ringin' in the middle of the night |
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I pull the bed clothes higher |
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Will it stop calling out if I turn out the light? |
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I'm afraid of these shadows here |
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'Cause my past is truly frightening |
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And I'm afraid of the warmth in the down |
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Of a feathered heart in flight |
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It's just another morning here |
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(It's morning) |
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It's just another morning here |
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It's just another morning here |
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(It's morning) |
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And it's a miracle that it comes around |
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Everyday of the year |
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It's just another morning here |
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(It's morning) |
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It's just another morning here |
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It's just another morning here |
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(It's morning) |
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And it's a miracle that it comes around |
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Everyday of the year |
