| Empty pack of cigarettes by the bed
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| You woke up and looked at me, and you said
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| «Hey, Keaton, is it morning yet?»
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| «No, we have a couple hours left
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| And God knows what’ll happen then»
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| And there may be questions in your head
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| As a new day is dawning
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| Like what things for us lie ahead?
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| But, woman, I will see you in the morning
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| And woman, I will see you in the morning
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| And I know every mark on your hand
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| Perhaps you’d like me more if I was still in our band
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| But you know the crowds unsettled me These days, I’ll play for free
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| Baby, please don’t look at me… like that
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| And there may be questions in your head
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| As a new day is dawning
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| Like what things for us lie ahead?
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| And woman, I will see you in the morning
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| Oh, woman, I will see you in the morning
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| Oh, woman, I will see you in the morning
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| Morning |