| Early in the morning, i’ll come calling, i’ll come calling after you
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| Darling if you answer, oh we’ll wander, down the garden where it’s cool
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| Later we’d discover, all in covers, children silent as the stars
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| Early in the morning, in the morning, everything at once is ours
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| Early in the morning, i’ll come calling, i’ll come calling after you
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| Though you seldom answer, still i wonder, what will pass here when you do
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| Delicate in grasses, bright and ashen, breathing sweet a ruby nest
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| Early in the morning, in the morning, withered, singing we will rest
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| Early in the morning, in the morning, i will call for you
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| Even if the words arent clear
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| And even if my voice seems cruel
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| Early in the morning, in the morning, red and almost true
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| Dressing in my finest suit
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| My cleanest shoes
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| Making sure the crease is true
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| Pressed and fresh and blue |