| Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and the first thing that I heard
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| Was a song outside my window, and the traffic wrote the words
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| It came a-reeling up like Christmas bells, and rapping up like pipes and drums
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| Oh, won’t you stay
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| We’ll put on the day
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| And we’ll wear it 'till the night comes
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| Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and the first thing that I saw
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| Was the sun through yellow curtains, and a rainbow on the wall
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| Blue, red, green and gold to welcome you, crimson crystal beads to beckon
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| Oh, won’t you stay
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| We’ll put on the day
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| There’s a sun show every second
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| Now the curtain opens on a portrait of today
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| And the streets are paved with passersby
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| And pigeons fly
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| And papers lie
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| Waiting to blow away
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| Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and the first thing that I knew
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| There was milk and toast and honey and a bowl of oranges, too
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| And the sun poured in like butterscotch and stuck to all my senses
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| Oh, 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
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| When the curtain closes and the rainbow runs away
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| I will bring you incense owls by night
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| By candlelight
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| By jewel-light
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| If only you will stay
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| Pretty baby, won’t you
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| Wake up, it’s a Chelsea morning |