| It’s early in the morning I hear the cock crow cock-a-doodle-doo
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| and the sun’s rays pours through the room
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| I guess it’s time to get up
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| For the bed feels cold and awful lonely
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| as I think about our little chat last night
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| why did you have to go
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| that is something I’m never gonna know
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| You see
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| something’s going on
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| I can tell
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| something’s going on
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| can you believe it
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| something’s going on
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| I don’t know how long
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| I can’t take it anymore
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| Thinking of you baby
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| I caress myself a little down there
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| though many people say that it is strictly
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| forbidden
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| But I don’t feel like following no rules no laws
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| not right now
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| I’m feeling to lonely you see
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| I’m feeling too down baby
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| But like the tides oh yes
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| I’m gonna move on yeah
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| you see I have to survive like the blue skies
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| And I’m gonna struggle baby
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| day in day out day in
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| and I’ll be fighting not crying
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| roaring baby like a lion though |