| I am up with the sunrise
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| I’m tired and I think I want to go home
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| So let’s go and get started
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| Do you hear me calling, crying out?
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| Well, I run up to the house
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| Catch me if you think you can
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| Oh, what a shame, 'cause I know
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| With open arms then I could hold it all
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| Oh, what a shame that I row
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| To the edges so that I can fall off
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| No one’s to blame, but I know
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| With open arms then I could keep you close
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| Oh, what a shame that I row
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| To the edges so that I can fall off
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| I could be centered and in place
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| In a field full of poppies, I could dream you all away
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| But I know that I’ve got to get running
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| Do you hear that roaring, pulsing sound?
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| I run up to the house
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| You can follow if you dare
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| Oh, what a shame, 'cause I know
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| With open arms then I could hold it all
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| Oh, what a shame that I row
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| To the edges so that I can fall off
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| No one’s to blame, but I know
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| With open arms then I could keep you close
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| Oh, what a shame that I row
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| To the edges so that I can fall off
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| But I’m not
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| No, I’m not ready for this
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| But I’m not
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| No, I’m not ready for this
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| (Do you want it? Do you want it to be true?)
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| But I’m not
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| No, I’m not ready for this (Oh, what a shame)
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| (Do you need it? Do you need it to be true?)
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| But I’m not
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| No, I’m not ready for this (Oh, what a shame)
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| (Do you want it? Do you want it to be true?)
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| But I’m not
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| No, I’m not ready for this (Oh, what a shame)
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| (Do you need it? Do you need me to tell the truth?)
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| But I’m not
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| No, I’m not ready for this |