| In the morning 'bout three or so
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| Can’t stop thinking about what I know
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| In the morning 'bout three or so
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| Can’t stop thinking of the universe
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| I keep rocking, I keep rolling
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| Trade in the minute for a minute that isn’t there
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| Keep dropping, keep rolling
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| Put out the fire with the water
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| Thinking creosote
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| I the morning with a beat up bud I know
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| I can’t fight a war without losing blood
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| In the morning 'bout three or so
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| Can’t stop seeking what I need to know
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| God is in the mountain as is in the rock
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| And god is not concerned about keeping stock
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| So keep rocking, keep rolling
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| Trade in the minute for a minute that isn’t there
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| Keep dropping, keep rolling
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| Put out the fire with the water
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| Thinking creosote
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| All he ever wanted was to be alone
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| But you can’t feel love without being loved!
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| (Can't fight a war without losing blood)
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| (Blood… Blood… Blood…)
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| All we ever wanted was love
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| Love! |
| (doo wop boddum… doo wapideewapideewapideedoo…)
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| We can see the enemy, they say…
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| Hey! |
| we don’t want your war!
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| It’s quite nice, white light, it’s quite, it’s quite extraordinary!
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| Window! |
| It’s a window! |
| It’s white! |
| It’s quite… quite…
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| God, quiet! |
| Just a little bit of quiet please!
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| Just stop the noise for once… please! |