| Well morning came and it dressed the sky
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| In a lovely yellow gown
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| Now the shops they are all opening
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| In that narrow hallway of downtown
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| Filled with people who are shopping for
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| Their lovers and their friends
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| Saying they won’t ever be lonely again
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| Well a forest fenced becomes backyards
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| Like songs are born from sound
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| And the apple fell and it taught us all
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| We are chained here to the ground
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| So I mean, here we go but there ain’t no escape
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| Yeah, these streets they’re just dead ends
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| So I won’t ever be happy again
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| Well, it seems you too see a painful blue
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| When you stare into the sky
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| You could never understand
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| The motion of a hand waving you goodbye, «bye bye»
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| But as the story goes or it is often told
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| A new day will arise
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| And all the dance halls will be full of the skeletons
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| That are coming back to life
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| And on a grassy hill, the lion will
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| Lay down with the lamb
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| And I won’t ever be lonely again
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| No, no, no, no, no!
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| But until that time
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| I think I’d better find
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| Some disbelief to suspend
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| Cause I don’t want to feel like this again |