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Farther down along the range |
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Where the wise ones kept at bay |
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Those that wish secrets stay secret, for morning mass |
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I tell myself, it's where I belong |
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Among the waves and the dead and gone |
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With my ancestors drums |
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Here comes the morning man |
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He's gonna tell you where you stand |
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Gonna try to undertake what's falling, he's calling you |
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Here comes the morning man |
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He's here and yes he can |
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Penetrate the veils that you're holding, unfolding you |
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Sha, la, la, la, sha, la, la, la, sha, la, la, la |
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This sign of a solstice bare |
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Where autumn shows its truthful air |
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Is when I'm vowed to empty scare |
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The precious stars of morning prayers |
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I tell myself it's who you are |
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An orphan soul on a distant star |
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Listening for those bells |
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Here comes the morning man |
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He's here and yes he can |
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Penetrate the veils that you're holding, unfolding you |
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Here comes the morning man |
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He's gonna tell you where you stand |
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Gonna try to undertake what's falling, he's calling you |
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Sha, la, la, la, sha, la, la, la, sha, la, la, la |
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Here comes the morning man |
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Sha, la, la, la |
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Here comes the morning man |
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He's watching, unfolding you |
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Here comes the morning man |
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He's watching, watching you |
