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Sunshine coming in through my window |
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Painting patterns upon the pillow |
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Draw the blind |
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Just in time |
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Try to wake up but mind's still foggy |
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Someone pour me another coffee |
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Strong and black |
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Half a sack |
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Hey, every Saturday |
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Get up late but it's okay |
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Nothing changes, I'm afraid |
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Nothing changes |
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Screw around town but my head's still aching |
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Serves me right for the things I'm taking |
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Chilean wine |
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Suits me fine |
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Later on bump into Paul and Bronwin |
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Does anyone fancy a drink or something? |
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Seven-ten |
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Start again |
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Hey, every Saturday |
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Get up late but it's okay |
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Nothing changes, I'm afraid |
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Nothing changes |
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Rock your body to San Francisco |
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Follow me into the Risco Disco |
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Get along, we can find alfresco |
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Dusty quilt and a dash of pesto |
