| I am a cardinal red
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| I am of blood and of bones and of heart and of head
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| A thousand miles ahead and behind
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| Oh to be lost, oh to be wasting my time
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| On a hill we lay in the sun
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| In the foot of a statue of all battles lost, battles won
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| I remember you’re voice and you’re clothes
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| A well chosen passage of words from a book I don’t know
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| Oh me, oh my, oh man what have I become
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| Running around writing letters I’ll never send home
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| Call me in the morning I’ll be alright
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| Call me in the morning I’ll be alright
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| Call me little honey and I’ll be fine
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| Call me in the morning I’ll be okay
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| Call me in the morning I’m far away
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| Call me little darling and I’ll be fine
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| An eagle flew above us
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| Blankets wrapped around us
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| Lucky that she found us
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| Rooted to the ground
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| The eagle flew above us
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| Blankets wrapped around us
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| Lucky that she found us
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| Rooted to the ground
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| No one will believe us
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| Mountains as our witness
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| Blankets wrapped around us
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| The eagle flew above
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| By the lake
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| So high, so high
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| Call me in the morning I’ll be alright
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| Call me in the morning I’ll be alright
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| Call me little honey and I’ll be fine
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| Call me in the morning I’ll be okay
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| Call me in the morning I’m far away
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| Call me little darling and I’ll be fine |