| She wakes up and waves the night away
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| Opens the blinds and lights the sky
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| The sun itself shields its eyes, saying «Where is that light coming from»
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| She opens her mouth and sings the first song of the day
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| The birds of the air singing «Where is that sound coming from? |
| Where is that
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| coming from?»
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| First kick of the day it’s in the net
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| Back-heeling and away, the field is all yours today
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| Look up, look up
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| Where is that light coming from
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| Where is that coming from
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| She brings it, she brings it
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| The day, the sun, the light
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| She brings it all
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| And the time has come for her song to be sung
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| And she sings it, she sings it
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| She wakes up and waves the night away
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| Opens the blinds and lights the sky
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| Where is that light coming from
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| Where is that coming from
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| She brings it, she brings it
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| The day, the sun, the light
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| She brings it all
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| And the time has come for her song to be sung
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| And she sings it, she sings it |