| Wake again to tea with cinnamon
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| Some honey on a spoon it is almost noon
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| Walking down the stairs to she’d my morning tears
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| Just can’t be satisfied lord knows that I’ve tried
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| That I’ve tried, that I’ve tried
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| And it’s so beautiful, it’s so beautiful,
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| It’s so beautiful
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| But it’s not real, it’s not real
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| Bright the sun the day is almost gone
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| I sit and drink champagne I am very sane
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| Smell this tea
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| And dream of what could be
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| Defeated yet again
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| By tea with cinnamon
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| As many braver men
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| I might bounce back my friend
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| And it’s so beautiful it’s so beautiful
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| It’s so beautiful
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| But it’s not real, it’s not real
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| Now it’s night and I don’t feel so bright
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| My pulse is beating fast this will never last
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| Another day is gone and I can not outrun
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| The time is closing in let the sleep begin
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| Let it begin, let it begin
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| And it’s so beautiful it’s so beautiful
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| It’s so beautiful
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| It’s so beautiful, it’s so beautiful
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| It’s so beautiful
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| But it’s not real it’s not real
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| Ya, it’s so beautiful, it’s so beautiful
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| It’s so beautiful
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| But it’s not real, it’s not real. |