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Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning |
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And the first thing that I heard |
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Was the song outside my window |
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And the traffic wrote the words |
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It came ringing up like Christmas bells |
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And rapping up like pipes and drums |
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Won't you stay |
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We'll put on the day |
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And we'll wear it 'till the night comes |
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Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning |
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And the first thing that I saw |
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Was the sun through yellow curtains |
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And a rainbow on the wall |
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Red, green and gold to welcome you |
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And crimson crystal beads to beckon |
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Won't you stay |
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We'll put on the day |
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There's a sun shower every second |
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(instrumental) |
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Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning |
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And the first thing that I knew |
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There was milk and toast and honey |
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And a bowl of oranges, too |
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And the light poured in like butterscotch |
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And stuck to all my senses |
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Won't you stay |
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We'll put on the day |
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And we'll talk in present tenses |
