| Out of bed just after one
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| Don’t have time to catch the sun
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| All the bugs are at their business
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| And the flowers are in bloom
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| We take a note of their perfume
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| Underneath the pale spectre of the moon
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| And I just stand there waiting
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| Getting my sunbeams
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| Last night’s pasta in a tub
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| Out the fridge for lunch and breakfast
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| But as I sit down to eat
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| I hear a song riding the breeze
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| Happy birthday to Eloise
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| Their mom and dad both let out a cheer
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| They’re gonna throw a party another year
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| And I should take a walk for a bit
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| As I head up the road
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| A private ambulance zooms off into the distance
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| In silence, all the shops are closed
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| With rainbows painted on the glass
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| Covering notes that they hope to see us soon
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| But right now there’s not much they can do
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| I dodge a jogger or two
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| Back at home, I’m playing a game
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| Rewatch repeats, I set a call up with a friend
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| A means towards an end, 'til we can meet again
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| «Hey, so, how are you doing?»
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| «I'm okay, you know, the usual kinda weird»
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| So we animate the cosmos, darken our minds
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| Eventually the song heralds the dawn
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| I can’t stifle my yawns
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| I make my bed up after I floss
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| And tuck in tightly
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| For a new day |