| She wakes me in the morning
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| She stirs me when I sleep
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| She kisses me softly
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| And refuses to let me dream
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| Well I hate the mornings baby
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| You know I hate the dawn
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| But with you right there beside me honey
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| Bring that morning on
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| I ain’t good at talking
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| Unless I got a drink in my hand
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| When you’re always meeting strangers
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| You get tired of making friends
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| I’m always checking my watch baby
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| Or sneaking off to have a smoke
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| But with you right there beside me honey
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| Bring them people close
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| The world has stolen most of my youth
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| And with what’s left Time has bruised
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| I don’t know what to do most days
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| No I don’t know where to go
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| But with you right there beside me I’ll keep moving on down the road
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| I was born to be crazy
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| But I was bred to be tame
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| I’ve always been a wanderer
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| Though it’s always driven me insane
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| I keep on fighting with myself
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| Screaming «Boy, make up your mind»
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| But with you right there beside me
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| With you right there beside me
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| With you right there beside me honey I’m feeling Mighty Fine |