| Early in the morning
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| Before the night has shed its coat of darkness
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| And I remember how to be
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| The one that everyone expects to see
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| There’s a certain light of innocence
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| Before I put my solders on the line
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| The border between love and fear
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| As the world I left behind appears
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| For a few short hours
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| Everything is possible
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| I forget the game and all the rules
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| That hold my spirit in
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| For a few short hours
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| I remember who I really am
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| In the colors of the rising sun
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| Before the day begins
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| For a few short hours
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| Early in the morning
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| Before I put my dreams away
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| If I can put a pen to paper
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| Or some colors on a canvas
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| I surprise myself before the traffic fills
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| The deserted empty streets
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| Where the buyers and the sellers meet
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| I love the inspiration
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| For a few short hours
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| Everything is possible
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| I forget the game and all the rules
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| That hold my spirit in
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| For a few short hours
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| I remember who I really am
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| In the colors of the rising sun
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| Before the day begins
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| For a few short hours
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| We all do what we have to do to get by
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| But in the land between dreaming and the world
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| I can fly
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| For a few short hours
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| Everything is possible
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| I forget the game and all the rules
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| That hold my spirit in
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| For a few short hours
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| I remember who I really am
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| In the colors of the rising sun
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| Before the day begins
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| For a few short hours |