| It Will All Make Sense in the Morning |
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| Is this dirt am I on, is it flesh and blood? |
| When I reach my hands in, I don’t know where I am This will all make sense in the morning |
| This will all make sense in the morning |
| Are these roots and leaves or is this a part of me? |
| When I reach my hands in, I feel life absorbing |
| This will all make sense in the morning |
| This will all make sensei n the morning |
| Oh oh… It's a little strange |
| Oh oh… It's a little… strange |
| It’ll all make sense |
| It’ll all make sense… in the morning |
