| There’s a man with a squeegee in his hand
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| Washing away the dirt of yesterday’s life
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| As I make my way through the morning rush
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| Of suits trying to make their 8:45
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| Breezy wind blows but the sun’s coming out
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| And it’s shining on the window of a courier van
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| Driver loading but no one lets him by
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| So he’s standing with a parcel in his hand
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| Am I the only one, am I the only one
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| I ain’t running anywhere
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| Because it makes me smile, every once in a while
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| To take in the morning air
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| In the early morning dew
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| The early morning dew
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| The cool air hits me like a shot of caffeine
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| As I sit and order my first of the day
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| It ain’t long 'fore I got company
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| I don’t need no conversation anyway
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| Am I the only one, am I the only one
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| I ain’t running anywhere
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| Because it makes me smile, every once in a while
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| To take in the morning air
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| In the early morning dew
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| The early morning dew
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| Am I the only one, am I the only one
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| I ain’t running anywhere
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| 'Cause it makes me smile, every once in a while
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| To take in the morning air
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| In the early morning dew
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| Early morning dew
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| Oh, the early morning dew
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| Oh, the early morning dew
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah |