| Morning will break
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| When we awake
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| Oh, I’ll thank you for asking
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| We are passing through
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| The best years of our lives
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| Different vices overrun me
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| When I’m down and I can’t get up
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| Is someone there to pick up the pieces?
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| We have our lives
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| And in our eyes nothing is wasted
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| For there’s no time to throw away
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| Another day
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| Finally running
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| We have the feeling nothing will change
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| Or try to tear us apart
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| Oh, I need you
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| Yes, I need you
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| I need you in the morning
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| Differnt vices
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| They try to break m
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| When I’m up I just can’t get down
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| And there you are
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| You have picked up the pieces
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| Morning has broken
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| And as we wake
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| Oh I thank you for saying
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| Oh, I need you
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| Yes, I need you
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| In the best years of our lives |