| This is the morning
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| When our feelings rise together with the sun
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| There are the feelings that are yet to be awoken
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| How many wishes fade to nothing
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| Once they face reality?
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| How many wishes turn to grief?
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| How many wishes going on and on and on and on
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Ouh, hey, hey
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| I bless the sunshine
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| With my love-disease and all my knees and more
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| I bless the sunshine and no shadows haunt my walls
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| Blue is a state of mind
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| Blue makes you colourblind
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| Beware of it, beware of it
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| You talk about a rumour
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| You talk about dead-end streets
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| About this rumour
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| Its not the way to think
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| Talk about a rumour
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| Then talk about a higher love
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| You know it won’t
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| It won’t satisfy my needs
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| It won’t satisfy my needs
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| Say ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne
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| Talk about a rumour
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| No one expected this
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| That I should falter in a maudlin sky
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| No one expected this
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| But I misjudged and aimed to high
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| Blue is a sacred place
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| Where shattered dreams find shelter, well
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| Blue is a state of mind
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| Blue makes you colour-blind
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| You talk about a rumour
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| You talk about dead-end streets
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| About this rumour
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| It’s God in me
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| So, if you talk about a rumour
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| Then talk about a higher love
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| You talk about a rumour
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| When all it takes is simple love
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| And love and love and love and love
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| Simple love
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| And love and love and love and love
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| You’re too high
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| Blue makes you colour-blind, yeah
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| Yeah hehe, love … |