| One, two
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| One, two, three, four
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| Woke up, it was a Chelsea mornin'
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| And the first thing that I heard
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| Was the song outside my window
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| And the traffic wrote the words
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| It came ringin' up like Christmas bells
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| And rappin' up like pipes… and drums…
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| Won’t you stay
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| We’ll put on the day
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| And we’ll wear it 'til the night comes
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| Woke up, it was a Chelsea mornin'
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| And the first thing that I saw
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| Was the sun through yellow curtains
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| And a rainbow on my wall
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| Red, green and gold to welcome you
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| And crimson crystal beads… to beckon…
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| Won’t you stay
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| We’ll put on the day
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| There’s a sun shower every second
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| Woke up, it was a Chelsea mornin'
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| And the first thing that I knew
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| There was milk and toast and honey
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| And a bowl of oranges too
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| And the light poured in like butterscotch
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| And stuck to all my se… enses…
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| Won’t you stay
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| We’ll put on the day
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| And we’ll talk in present tenses |