| And what will happen in the morning when the world
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| It gets so crowded that you can’t look out the window in the morning
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| And what will happen in the evening in the forest
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| With the weasel with the teeth that bite so sharp
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| When you’re not looking in the evening
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| But all the friends that you once knew are left behind
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| They kept you so safe and so secure amongst the books
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| And all the records of your lifetime
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| What will happen, in the morning, when the world it gets so crowded
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| That you can’t look out the window in the morning?
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| Hey, take a little while to grow your brother’s hair
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| And now, take a little while to make your sister fair
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| And now that the family is part of a chain
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| Take off your high shade, start over again
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| And now take a little while to find your way in here
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| Now take a little while to make your story clear
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| And now that you’re lifting your feet from the ground
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| Weigh up your anchor and have a look round
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| Let’s sing a song for Hazey Jane, she’s back again in my mind
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| If songs were lines in a conversation, the situation would be fine |