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I have seen the morning burning golden |
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On the mountain in the skies |
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Aching with the feeling of the freedom |
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Of an eagle when she flies |
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Turning on the world the way she smiled |
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Upon my soul as I lay dying |
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Healing as the colors in the sunshine |
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And the shadows of her eyes |
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Waking in the morning to the feeling |
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Of her fingers on my skin |
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Wiping out the traces of the people |
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And the places that I've been |
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Teaching me that yesterday |
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Was something that I'd never thought of trying |
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Talking of tomorrow and the money, love |
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And time we had to spend |
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Loving her was easier than anything |
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I'll ever do again |
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Coming close together with a feeling |
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That I've never known before in my time |
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She ain't ashamed to be a woman |
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Or afraid to be a friend |
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I don't know the answer to the easy way |
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She opened every door in my mind |
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But dreaming was as easy as believing |
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It was never gonna end |
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And loving her was easier than anything |
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I'll ever do again |
