| Sunday morning, I wake up
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| You’re beside me, breathing so loud
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| The wall is empty and so flat
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| The world around me is too large, oh
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| And I know that I’m slow in the morning
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| As I fall into a hole without an end
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| Until, suddenly, I look at you
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| And all the mirrors vanish from my mind
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| Oh, oh, ah-ah, ah-ah, oh
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| Oh, ah-ah, ah-ah, oh
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| You’re mine
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| Oh, oh, ah-ah, ah-ah, oh
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| Oh, ah-ah, ah-ah, oh
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| You’re mine
|
| Sunday morning, I wake up
|
| You’re beside me, breathing so loud
|
| The wall is empty and so flat
|
| The world around me is too large, oh
|
| And I know that I’m slow in the morning
|
| As I fall into a hole without an end
|
| Until, suddenly, I look at you
|
| And all the mirrors vanish from my mind
|
| Oh, oh, ah-ah, ah-ah, oh
|
| Oh, ah-ah, ah-ah, oh
|
| You’re mine
|
| Oh, oh, ah-ah, ah-ah, oh
|
| Oh, ah-ah, ah-ah, oh
|
| You’re mine
|
| And I know that I’m slow in the morning
|
| Suddenly, I look at you
|
| And all the mirrors vanish from my mind
|
| And I know that I’m slow in the morning
|
| Suddenly, I look at you
|
| And all the mirrors vanish from my mind |