| Here comes the day, here comes the morning
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| Just another day, bringing in the daylight
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| Forcing myself up out of bed
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| Staring at the wall, thinking of the fool, fool, fool
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| Here comes the child, he’s just a little boy
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| Looking like his mother, feeling like his dad
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| Look at his face, he does enjoy the chase
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| Chasing all the girls, kissing all the girls
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| And his mother watches over
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| Making sure he won’t let go of her
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| Looking from the window
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| Staring at the pavement
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| Spinning through the sky
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| I hear you cry
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| Calling softly
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| Falling softly
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| Smiling of course, I am a little boy
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| Just a little boy, playing with my soldiers
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| And they pulled him to his feet
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| But he was all broken, woken
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| Smiling from the window
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| Breathing in the open
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| Turning from the pavement
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| The sky so golden
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| Staring at my hands
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| Feel my heart is beating
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| Running through the streets
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| The world at our feet
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| Smiling from the window
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| Breathing in the open
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| Turning from the pavement
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| The sky so golden
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| Staring at my hands
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| Feel my heart is beating
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| Running through the streets
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| The world at our feet |