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I wake up every morning |
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I stumble out of bed |
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Streching and a yawning |
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Another day ahead |
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It seems to last forever |
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And time will slowly ride |
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'Til babe and me's togeter |
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Then is start on fly |
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'Cause the moment that he's with me |
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Time can take a flight |
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The moment that he's with me |
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Everything's all right |
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Night-time is the right time |
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We wake love |
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Then it's his and my time |
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We take up |
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My baby takes the morning train |
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He works from nine 'til five and then |
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He takes another home again |
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To find the waiting for him |
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My baby takes the morning train |
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He works from nine 'til five and then |
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He takes another home again |
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To find the waiting for him |
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He takes me to a movie |
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Or to a restaurant |
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To go slow dancing |
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Anything I want |
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Only when he's with me |
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I catch alight |
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Only when he gives me |
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Makes me feel all right |
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My baby takes the morning train |
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He works from nine 'til five and then |
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He takes another home again |
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To find the waiting for him |
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All day I think of him |
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Dreaming of him constantly |
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I'm crazy, mad for him |
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And he's crazy, mad for me |
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When he steps off the train |
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I meet him before the fight |
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Work all day to earn his pay |
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So we can play all night |
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My baby takes the morning train |
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He works from nine 'til five and then |
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He takes another home again |
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To find the waiting for him |
