| Mornings I wake up hung over
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| Lower than mornings before
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| I don’t know memories tortured
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| Or maybe what I deserve
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| Lonely and forgotten in the frozen world
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| Scorned in my desire
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| Ignored by all the girls
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| I need someone to comfort me
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| Whose hair is whipping (wild and free)
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| Whose mouth is smiling (wide openly)
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| Whose eyes are shining looking at me and
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| I can see what she seeing
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| Everywhere I go I see her
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| Everywhere I look she disappears
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| Every time I think I’ve found her
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| Just what I’ve found is unclear
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| So onward through the murk and the uncertainty
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| Sifting through the days patient and carefully
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| Always to get to where she is
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| Her hair is whipping (wild and free)
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| Her mouth is smiling (wide openly)
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| Her eyes are shining looking at me and
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| I can see what she seeing
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| Yeah yeah
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| I can see what she seeing
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| Yeah yeah
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| I can see what she seeing
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| But you can’t see me
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| Tell me the way to the orchid
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| Tell me the way and I’ll be there
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| Give me a day to go forward
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| Give me your hand and we’ll go there
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| Forward through the clover and the bergamot
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| Shoreward to the gulls and to the guillemots
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| Horizon alone among the wind
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| Her hair is whipping (wild and free)
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| Whose mouth is smiling (wide openly)
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| Her eyes are shining looking at me and
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| I can see what she seeing
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| Yeah yeah
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| I can see what she seeing
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| Yeah yeah
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| I can see what she seeing
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| Yeah yeah
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| I can see what she seeing
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| Yeah yeah
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| I can see what she seeing |