| Out in the street it’s 6 a.m.
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| Another sleepless night
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| Three cups of coffee, but I can’t clear my head
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| From what went down last night
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| No we won’t have our own little ways
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| But somehow we keep it together
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| You hear me talk, you don’t hear what I say
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| I guess it don’t even matter
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| Blue mornin', blue day
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| Won’t you see things my way?
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| Blue mornin', can’t you see
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| What your love has done to me?
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| I’ve always listened to your point of view
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| My ways are cut through men
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| And I’ve always been a patient man
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| But my patience has reached it’s end
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| You tell me you’re leaving, you tell me goodbye
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| You say you might send a letter
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| Well honey don’t telephone, 'cause I won’t be alone
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| I need someone to make me feel better
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| Blue mornin', blue day
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| Won’t you see things my way?
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| Blue mornin', can’t you see
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| What your love has done to me?
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| Blue mornin', blue day
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| Won’t you see things my way?
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| Blue mornin', can’t you see
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| What your love has done to me?
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| Blue mornin', blue mornin'
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| Blue mornin', blue mornin'
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| Blue mornin', blue mornin'
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| Blue, blue, blue day, yeah |