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Evening is the time of day |
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I find nothing much to say |
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Don't know what to do, but I come to |
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When it's early in the morning |
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Over by the window day is dawning |
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When I feel the air |
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I feel that life is very good to me, you know |
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In the sun, there's so much yellow |
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something in the early morning meadow |
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Tells me that today you're on your way |
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And you'll be coming home, home to me |
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Night time isn't clear to me |
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I find nothing near to me |
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Don't know what to do but I come to |
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When it's early in the morning |
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Very, very early without warning I can |
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Feel a newly born vibration |
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Sneaking up on me again |
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There's a song bird on my pillow |
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I can see the funny weeping willow |
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I can see the sun |
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You're on your way and you'll be coming home |
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Evening is the time of day |
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I find nothing much to say |
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Don't know what to do, but I come to |
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When it's early in the morning |
|
Over by the window day is dawning |
|
When I feel the air |
|
I feel that life is very good to me, you know |
|
In the sun, there's so much yellow |
|
something in the early morning meadow |
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Tells me that today you're on your way |
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And you'll be coming home to me |
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When it's early in the morning, very, very early |
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In the morning I can feel a new vibration |
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Sneaking up on me |
