| Pick a fruit from the Olive Tree
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| Open it green, show me a taste of life
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| I’ll try anything
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| Put at bay your adversary, your commentary
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| And show me a little faith
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| 'Cause I don’t have much these days
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| Life’s a walk in the park on a cold misty mornin'
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| Life’s a virtual sunrise that leaves me undaunted
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| And now the autumn has turned and I’ve learned nothin' matters
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| So woncha' wake me up in the mornin'?
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| We talk about it 'til we loose our voices
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| All these choices spinnin' 'round
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| Inside of our heads
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| Heliotrope’s in the house of cards, the things that are hard
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| Get easier in time
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| If you turn toward the light
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| Life’s a walk in the park on a cold misty mornin'
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| Life’s a virtual sunrise that leaves me undaunted
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| And now the autumn has turned and I’ve learned nothin' matters
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| So woncha' wake me up in the mornin'?
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| Oh, woncha' pick me up in the mornin'?
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| A magic trick turns the ordinary to extraordinary
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| What do you think of me now?
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| As I appear
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| You take your view from the Eiffel Tower; |
| you feel your power
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| In the City of Light
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| The world is yours if you try
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| 'Cause life’s a walk in the park on a cold misty mornin'
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| Life’s a virtual sunrise that leaves me undaunted
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| And now the autumn has turned and I’ve learned nothin' matters
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| So won’t you wake me up in the morning'?
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| Oh, woncha' pick me up in the morning'?
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| Yeah, won’t you wake me up in the mornin'? |