I woke up with this song in my head this morning. I woke up with this song in my head this morning. I was dreaming about your record collection and all
my forbidden ghost one more time you must leave i understand so tell your lie to me how in the morning everything will be alright yeah but to get to the morning
It's not that bad. We could have died. Chalk it up to being young Prove it was me. On a morning drive On a blurred headlight From the corner of
mornin' Baby in the afternoon Dark like the shady corners Inside a violin Hot like to burn my lips I know I can't win In the mornin' Baby in
Morning, Sunrise, Open my eyes, And I can tell it's gonna be a good day, I can tell it's gonna be a good day Did you sleep well? Did you dream at all
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Days behold lives unfold Can't move on so much untold Shades of gold we've been sold Been deceived while we believe If today is all we see Then tomorrow
We n' de ya ho, We n' de ya ho, We n' de ya, We n' de ya Ho ho ho ho, He ya ho, He ya ho, Ya ya ya Translation - We n' de ya ho Freely translated: "
Well I'm changin' all my strings I'm gonna write another travellin' song About all the billion highways And the cities at the break of dawn Well I guess
I woke up with this song in my head this morning. I woke up with this song in my head this morning. I was dreaming about your record collection and
Grey like new day leaks through the window And some old song comes on the alarm clock radio We walk the forty blocks to the middle Of the place we heard
morning sunrise How long has it been? Well, it looks like I drank myself sober again Ever since she left me You've been so hard to face Good morning
and white days That sad song stings your eyes singing " I wonder do I ever cross your mind?" Such a sad ol song such a sad ol song such a sad ol song
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flower in your hair, oh oh Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah Oh yeah yeah Sunday morning rain On Sunday morning, yeah yeah On Sunday morning, oh oh oh oh
my forbidden ghost One more time You must leave I understand So tell your lie to me How in the morning everything will be alright Yeah, but to get to the morning
the morning when you fly away oh, early in the morning when you fly away babababa... Early in the morning when you fly away oh, early in the morning
Morning, morning On the ledge the leper walks Soft-pawed, cold, lean and crisp Telling jokes the old Jew told Laughing with a lisp Morning, morning
