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Tea With Cinnamon |
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Wake again to tea with cinnamon |
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some honey on a spoon it is almost noon |
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Walking down the stairs to shed my morning tears |
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just can't be satisfied lord knows that I've tried |
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that I've tried, that I've tried |
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And it's so beautiful |
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it's so beautiful |
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it's so beautiful |
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but it's not real |
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it's not real |
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Bright the sun, the day is almost done |
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I sit and drink champagne, I am very sane |
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Smell this tea |
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and dream of what could be |
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defeated yet again |
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by tea with cinnamon |
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as many braver men |
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I might bounce back, my friend |
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And it's so beautiful |
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it's so beautiful |
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it's so beautiful |
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but it's not real |
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it's not real |
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Now it's night and I don't feel so bright |
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My pulse is beating fast, this will never last |
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Another day is gone and I can not outrun |
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The time is closing, |
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in let the sleep begin |
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let it begin |
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let it begin |
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And it's so beautiful |
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it's so beautiful |
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it's so beautiful |
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but it's not real |
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it's not real |
