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Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning |
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And the first thing that I heard |
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Was a song outside my window |
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And the traffic wrote the words |
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It came ringing up like christmas bells |
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And rapping up like pipes and drums |
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Oh, won't you stay we'll put on the day |
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And we'll wear it 'till the night comes |
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Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning |
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And the first thing that I saw |
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Was the sun through yellow curtains |
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And a rainbow on the wall |
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Blue, red, green and gold to welcome you |
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Crimson crystal beads to beckon |
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Oh, won't you stay we'll put on the day |
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There's a sun show every second. |
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Now the curtain opens on a portrait of today |
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And the streets are paved with passersby |
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And pigeons fly, and papers lie |
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Waiting to blow away |
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Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning |
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And the first thing that I knew |
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There was milk and toast and honey |
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And a bowl of orangejuice too |
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And the sun poured in like butterscotch |
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And stuck to all my senses |
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Oh, wont you stay we'll put on the day |
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And we'll talk in present tenses |
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When the cuntain closes |
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And the rainbow runs away |
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I will bring you incense owls by night |
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By candlelight, by two jewellight |
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If only you will stay |
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Pretty baby won't you |
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Wake up, it is a Chelsea morning |