| Fall out of bed and catch a fading star
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| Fancy, I woke up before my alarm
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| Rub my mind through my eyes, it’s the best I can do
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| Before it’s automatic habit of returning to you
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| Though I smile when it happens almost as if it was magic
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| It means there’s a God somewhere and He’s laughing
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| And I shuffle my slipper-less toes to the kitchen
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| Still low to the ground, but high on living
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| And I know, I know, it’s gonna be a good day
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| Hello, hello, you beautiful thing
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| Waking up, I stretch my body and acknowledge some aches
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| It must be something I did yesterday
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| Pour a cup of liquid gold, because my engine’s still cold
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| But in a minute everything’s gonna change
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| 'Cause I know, I know, it’s gonna be a good day
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| Hello, hello, you beautiful thing
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| Hello, hello, you beautiful thing
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| And this is what I’ve been waiting for
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| (This is what I’ve been waiting for)
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| This is what I’ve been waiting for
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| (This is what I’ve been waiting for)
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| Looking out from a cul-de-sac watching the bend
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| Of the Earth take the black of the night from the dirt
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| I can see from the depths of my readjusting eyes
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| A reflection of yes’s and that ever-changing sky
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| But why do bad dreams linger long after I awake
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| I don’t need no scenes of violence or pain replayed
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| And I feel quite foolish sometimes when I pray
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| But my thoughts are all I got so I try to make 'em brave
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| And I know, I know, it’s gonna be a good day
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| Hello, hello, you beautiful thing
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| Hello, hello, you beautiful thing
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| Oh this is what I’ve been waiting for
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| (This is what I’ve been waiting for)
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| Oh this is what I’ve been waiting for
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| (This is what I’ve been waiting for)
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| Oh this is what I’ve been waiting for
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| (This is what I’ve been waiting for)
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| Oh this is what I’ve been waiting for
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| (Hello)
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| And I know, I know, it’s gonna be a good day
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| Hello, hello, you beautiful thing |