| Well, on this morning
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| Saw them coming across fields far away
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| Said I’ve been looking all night long
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| Come for you today
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| I looked up all around
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| and I don’t know
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| Lots of things I got to do
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| So I don’t wanna go
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| Well, I don’t wanna go
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| I don’t wanna go
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| Lots of things I got to do
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| Living is much too slow
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| This time when the demon calls
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| Gonna look the other way
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| See the clock keeps moving
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| There’s too much left to say
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| The moon is sinking slowly in
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| The raven’s flying low
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| Lots of things I got to do
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| So I don’t wanna go
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| Well, I don’t wanna go
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| I don’t wanna go
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| Lots of things I got to do
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| Living is much too slow
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| The singing rain guard calls to me
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| Tells me how to fly
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| Angel slips between the trees
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| Reaches for the sky
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| Imagination spins me 'round
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| Wind begins to blow
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| Lots of things I got to do
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| I don’t wanna go
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| Well, I don’t wanna go
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| I don’t wanna go
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| Lots of things I got to do
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| Living is much too slow
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| Morning rises slowly
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| And reaches in the sky
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| The angel from the forest
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| Just seemed to pass me by
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| Life began to show
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| There are lots of things I got to do
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| So I don’t wanna go
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| Well, I don’t wanna go
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| I don’t wanna go
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| I got, baby, lots to do
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| Living is much too slow |