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I never liked the morning sun |
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It shines a light on all the damage that I've done |
| [00:16.11] |
The happy people waking up to start their day |
| [00:21.64] |
Birds singing in the trees everything's OK |
| [00:25.14] |
But nothing's right for me |
| [00:27.14] |
I ain't been to sleep in almost 3 days |
| [00:30.67] |
I never liked the morning sun |
| [00:37.63] |
The cigarette burns and the ashes on the rug |
| [00:45.17] |
And all the empty places where you used to be |
| [00:50.32] |
In the bathroom or in bed lying next to me |
| [00:53.84] |
Now I'm here all alone |
| [00:55.80] |
With a dirty old robe and a wide screen TV |
| [01:04.26] |
Sunday afternoons |
| [01:07.51] |
They always end too soon |
| [01:11.19] |
For daydreamers like us |
| [01:18.42] |
The pale winter sun |
| [01:21.91] |
|
| [01:25.59] |
A smoky Greyhound bus |
| [01:28.45] |
I never liked the morning sun |
| [01:35.48] |
It makes it hard to face the man that I become |
| [01:42.86] |
Maybe next time 'round it'll all turn out OK |
| [01:47.87] |
And I'll show up as a fireman or a sage |
| [01:51.70] |
Or surfer who's fearless on giant waves |
| [01:55.50] |
Or just another Joe with a wife and a home |
| [01:58.69] |
And a kid on the way |
| [02:05.60] |
Sunday afternoons |
| [02:08.72] |
They always end too soon |
| [02:12.41] |
For daydreamers like us |
| [02:19.68] |
The pale winter sun |
| [02:23.30] |
|
| [02:26.98] |
A smoky Greyhound bus |
| [02:34.41] |
Sunday afternoons |
| [02:37.83] |
They always end too soon |
| [02:41.34] |
For daydreamers like us |
| [02:48.54] |
The pale winter sun |
| [02:52.03] |
The northbound 101 |
| [02:55.74] |
A smoky Greyhound bus |
