| If the sun won’t arrive in the morning.
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| And the moon won’t arrive in the evening, too —
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| then we start to get a kind of picture of how it would be to…
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| Baby, to live without you.
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| There’s a hole in the bucket.
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| There’s a rock in my shoe.
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| I’m working up a set of notions of how it would be to…
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| Baby, to live without you.
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| Warning! |
| Warning!
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| Here we have the deep water.
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| Danger: Strange Feelings.
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| Danger: Strange Feelings.
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| Five o’clock in the morning.
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| And there’s something happening here.
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| Why, I finally get a kind of picture.
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| The point is coming through.
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| Clouds of mystery clear.
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| I drop down a hole.
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| I find a hollow earth.
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| I wake up in a land of extremes —
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| to find the worst that could be,
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| that everything would be just what it seems.
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| Warning! |
| Warning!
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| Here we have the deep water.
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| Danger: Strange Feelings.
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| If the sun won’t arrive in the morning.
|
| And the moon won’t arrive in the evening, too…
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| Then we start to get a kind of picture —
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| The light is coming through.
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| Clouds of mystery clear.
|
| I drop down a hole.
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| I find a hollow earth.
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| I wake up in a land of extremes —
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| to find the worst that could be,
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| that everything would be just what it seems.
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| Warning! |
| Warning!
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| There we have the deep water.
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| Danger: Strange Feelings. |