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He wakes up in the morning |
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Every 7 am |
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Monday to sunday |
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From a crowded street |
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He works like a honey bee |
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Building nets but no dreams |
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Wearing all the same way |
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Hanging one kind of smile |
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Then it goes so neatly |
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But something stirs underneath |
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For how long |
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Out of the window |
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No cloaks of heroes unfold |
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Is there anyone can paint me |
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A different color on my grey sky |
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Well anyone can be my luminary |
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When faith's all out and nothing left to hold on |
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She stays up till the morning |
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Every 7 am |
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She blow the candles out |
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And draw the curtains down |
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To her the dark is like eternal pasture |
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Where she can weave her dreams with the falling stars |
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And it goes so quietly |
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But something screams underneath |
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For how long inside this hollow |
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No wings of angels unfold |
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Is there anyone can paint me |
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A different color on my grey sky |
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Well anyone can be my luminary |
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When faith all out and nothing left |
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There's always sunrise from the clouds |
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There's always moonshine submerging into sea |
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And we're all the waitings |
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Till rain falls down down down |
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Is there anyone can paint me |
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A different color on my grey mind well |
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Anyone can be my luminary |
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When faith's all out and nothing left to hold on |