| The sun slowly rises, you’ll open your eyes
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| I’ll be the first thing you see
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| Through rain and cold snow, when all others go
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| You’ll always be waking by me
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| I’ll be the first thing you see
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| Holding you tight as day turns to night
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| I’ll be the first thing you see
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| Falling asleep as our lips softly meet
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| You’ll always be sleeping by me
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| I’ll be the first thing you see
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| As I kiss your tired shoulder
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| While we spill our minds again
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| Over our future growing older
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| Not if, but when
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| Our cinema minds have pictures inside
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| In colours that we’ve never seen
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| Geometry in bold, what a thing to behold
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| We’ll wake from impossible dreams
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| I’ll be the first thing you see
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| As I kiss your tired shoulder
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| While we spill our minds again
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| Over our future growing older
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| Not if, but when
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| As I kiss your tired shoulder
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| While we spill our minds again
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| Over our future growing older
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| Not if |