| March mornings
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| You’re like the song that makes my heartbeat
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| You wake me up to something bittersweet
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| Life’s not the same, since I took your name
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| Oh, I’m loving March mornings
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| You’re the letter I’m expecting
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| Like flower gardens waiting for the rain
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| You’re a bottle of wine, getting better with time
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| And there’s nothing that I’d rather do
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| Than to feel your morning light
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| I’m obsessing, over skies of blue
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| Baby it’s true, that maybe it’s you
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| You got me caught up in all that surrounds us
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| The love’s in the game, but the game’s not the same
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| When the night has the moon, I’m dreaming about you
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| March mornings
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| You’re the like language that my soul speaks
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| You taste like sugar maples from a bee
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| You’re the blood in my veins, You’re my coat when it rains
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| Oh, I need March mornings
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| You’re the chocolate my mouths craving
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| Like ballerinas floating off a stage
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| You’re the words in my mind, You’re my fate over time |