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This is the morning |
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When our feelings rise together with the sun |
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There are the feelings that are yet to be awoken |
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How many wishes fade to nothing |
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Once they face reality? |
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How many wishes turn to grief? |
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How many wishes going on and on and on and on. |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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Ouh, hey, hey |
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I bless the sunshine |
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With my love-disease and all my knees and more |
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I bless the sunshine and no shadows haunt my walls |
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Blue is a state of mind |
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Blue makes you colourblind |
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Beware of it, beware of it |
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You talk about a rumour |
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You talk about dead-end streets |
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About this rumour |
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Its not the way to think |
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Talk about a rumour |
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Then talk about a higher love |
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You know it won't |
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It won't satisfy my needs |
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It won't satisfy my needs |
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Say ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne |
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Talk about a rumour |
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No one expected this |
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That I should falter in a maudlin sky |
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No one expected this |
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But I misjudged and aimed to high |
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Blue is a sacred place |
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Where shattered dreams find shelter, well |
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Blue is a state of mind |
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Blue makes you colour-blind |
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You talk about a rumour |
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You talk about dead-end streets |
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About this rumour |
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It's God in me |
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So, if you talk about a rumour |
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Then talk about a higher love |
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You talk about a rumour |
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When all it takes is simple love |
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And love and love and love and love |
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Simple love |
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And love and love and love and love |
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You're too high |
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Blue makes you colour-blind, yeah |
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Yeah hehe, love .... |
