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Woke up big this Chelsea morning and the first thing that I heard |
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Was a song outside my window and the traffic wrote the words |
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It came ringing up like Christmas bells and rapping up like pipes and drums |
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Oh won't you stay? We'll put on a day and we'll wear it 'til the night comes |
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Woke up big this Chelsea morning and the first thing that I saw |
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Was the sun through yellow curtains and a rainbow on my wall |
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Blue, red, green and gold to welcome you, crimson crystal peaks to beckon |
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Oh won't you stay? We'll put on a day, there's a side-show every second |
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Now the curtain opens on a portrait of today |
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And the streets are paved with passers-by |
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And pictures fly and papers lie |
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Just waiting to blow away |
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Woke up big this Chelsea morning and the first thing that I knew |
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There was milk and toast and honey and a bowl of oranges too |
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And the light poured in like butterscotch and stuck to all my senses |
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Oh won't you stay? We'll put on a day and we'll talk in present tenses |
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Now the curtain closes and the rainbow runs away |
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I'll bring you incense owls by night |
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By candle-light, by jewel-light |
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If only you will stay |
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Pretty baby won't you wake up, it's the Chelsea morning |