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Here comes the morning how it pleases |
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It always brings me something new |
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Its golden light will wash away the dust of yesterday |
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If i try it may let me forget you |
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And when these winter days are over |
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I mean to set myself upon my feet |
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I see me as something that i have never been |
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And i'll pick up the pieces that will make the girl complete |
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I'll be smiling all the time at everybody |
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My friends will tell me i'm just not the same |
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I won't linger over any tragedies that were |
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And i won't be singing any more sad refrains |