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Well morning came |
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And it dressed the sky |
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In a lovely yellow gown |
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And the shops they are |
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All opening |
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In that narrow hallway of downtown |
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Filled with people who |
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Are shopping for |
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Their lovers and their friends |
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Saying they won't ever be lonely again |
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Well a forest fenced |
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becomes backyards |
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Like songs are born from sound |
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And the apple fell |
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And it taught us all |
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We are chained here to the ground |
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So here we go |
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But there ain't no escape |
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Yeah, these streets they're just dead ends |
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So I won't ever be happy again |
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Well, it seems you too |
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See a painful blue |
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When you stare into the sky |
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You could never understand |
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The motion of a hand waving goodbye |
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But as the story goes |
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or it is often told |
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A new day will arise |
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And all the dance halls will |
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Be full of skeletons |
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That are coming back to life |
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And on a grassy hill |
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the lion will |
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lay down with the lamb |
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And I won't ever be lonely again |
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No, no, no, no, no |
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But until that time |
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I think I had better find |
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some disbelief to suspend |
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Cause I don't wanna feel like this again |
