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When my morning comes around, no one else will be there so I won't have to worry about what I'm supposed to say and I alone will know that I climbed that great big mountain and that's all that will matter when my morning comes around |
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When my morning comes around, I will look back on this valley at these sidewalks and alleys where I lingered for so long and this place where I now live will burn to ash and cinder like some ghost I won't remember when my morning comes around |
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When my mornin' comes around, from a new cup I'll be drinking and for once I won't be thinking that there's something wrong with me and I'll wake up and find that my faults have been forgiven and that's when I'll start living when my morning comes around |
