| Morning light, morning light
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| Get your sight, get your mind
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| On to pretty thinking
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| See the trees, swaying trees
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| Falling leaves
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| Everything’s nice and got you feeling
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| That you could finally know
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| Something beautiful
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| To be what you could be
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| Be what you were born for:
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| To be alright, be alright
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| But then the noise, then the voice
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| Cunning, telling you to stop
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| 'Cause you are not
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| 'Cause you are not alright
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| You’re not alright
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| I am light, I am bright
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| I am right
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| I can do anything I want
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| Radiate, illuminate
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| Create, create
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| Take hold of my harmful thoughts
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| And tell them to go somewhere else
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| Get out of my shell
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| Go back to hell
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| Get out of my shell
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| Go back
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| 'Cause you are not alright
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| Morning light, morning light
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| It’s alright, it’s alright
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| Synesthesia singing
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| Colors in everything
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| Everything, everything
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| Don’t let your inner demons sing louder
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| Tell them to go somewhere else
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| Get out of my shell
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| Go back to hell
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| Get out of my shell
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| Go back now
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| 'Cause you are not
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| 'Cause you are not
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| And you could finally know
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| Something beautiful
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| To be what you could be
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| Be what you were born for:
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| To be alright, be alright, be alright
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| (Morning light, morning light…) |