| When the morning comes*
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| There’ll be no right from wrong
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| When it’s getting dark out there
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| You better pack your things and go
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| Oh I know, I know, I know I’ve got to go
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| Slow down my mind you’re going too fast
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| Slow down my mind you’re going too far
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| I’m locked in stone and I shiver to the bone
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| I’m hot when it’s cold and cold when it’s warm
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| I feel like melting in the snow
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| I feel like melting in the snow
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| I long for the sun and it’s white killing glows
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| Well my shirt it makes me sick
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| The ?? |
| makes me sick
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| The walls they make me sick
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| And I wonder what the others do while I dig
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| When the morning comes
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| There’ll be no right from wrong
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| When it’s getting dark out there
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| You better pack your things and go
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| Well I know, I know, I know I’ve got to go
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| Slow down my mind you’re going too fast
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| Slow down my mind you’re going too far
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| Slow down, slow down, slow down
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| You’re gonna crash |