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It's 5 o'clock in the morning |
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You're lying in your bed |
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You wonder why it's not morning in your head |
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The day is open for business |
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But still your eyes are closed |
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You spread your dreams |
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Like butter on your toast |
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Open all the windows |
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And we're rolling up the blinds |
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All across the world |
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Are people wiping sleep from tired eyes |
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The faces on the curtains |
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All the Jekylls and the Hydes are gone |
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It's 6 o'clock in the morning |
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You're only half awake |
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The other half is shaving |
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And the toothpaste like a snake |
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Has slithered out the door of the bathroom |
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And it's hissing in your ear |
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Get up, get out, get out of here |
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The sound of people being people |
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Slowly fills the air |
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And all the crazy things they do |
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To get from here to there |
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And when the one you're holding |
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Runs her fingers through your hair |
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You're on |
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Shifting through the gears |
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It's 8 o'clock in the morning |
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It's been 8 o'clock for years |
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The factory gates are opening |
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To let the night shift out |
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And the day shift in |
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It's 9 o'clock in the morning |
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You've been this way before |
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But something seems to be different |
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And you can't quite put your finger on it at all |
