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Woke up, it was a |
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Chelsea morning, |
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And the first thing that |
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I heard,Was a 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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Oh, won't you stay 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 |
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Chelsea morning, |
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And the first thing that |
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I saw,Was the sun through yellow curtains, |
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And a rainbow on the wall, |
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Blue, red, green and gold to welcome you, |
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Crimson crystal beads to beckon |
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Oh, won't you stay we'll put on the day, |
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There's a sun show every second. |
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Now the curtain opens on a portrait of today. |
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And the streets are paved with passersby, |
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And pigeons fly, and papers lie, |
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Waiting to blow away. |
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Woke up, it was a |
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Chelsea morning, |
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And the first thing that |
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I knew,There was milk and toast and honey, |
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And a bowl of orangejuice too, |
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And the sun poured in like butterscotch, |
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And stuck to all my senses. |
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Oh, wont you stay we'll put on the day, |
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And we'll talk in present tenses. |
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When the cuntain closes, |
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And the rainbow runs away, |
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I will bring you incense owls by night, |
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By candlelight, by two jewellight |
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If only you will stay. |
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Pretty baby won't you. |
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Wake up, it is a |
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Chelsea morning. |
