| Woke up on a good day
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| And the world was wonderful
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| A midnight summer dream had me in its spell
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| I dreamt about an old man
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| Sat and watched the rain all night
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| He couldn’t sleep a wink as all the drops fell
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| He told me of the beauty
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| Hidden in our foreheads
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| He told me of the ugliness
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| We show instead
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| And when we put a foot wrong do we learn
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| From all the pain
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| A midnight summer dream as he watched the rain
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| Then at midnight he poured another drink
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| And bent my ear
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| After midnight we sat up half the night
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| Or maybe more
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| And he began to tell me what it was all for
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| I woke up in an armchair
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| He had gone I don’t know where
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| Left me there to sit and look at the rain
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| Don’t remember much at all
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| But his words were echoing
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| A midnight summer dream and then wake again
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| Maybe I’ll never find him
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| Maybe he’s gone forever
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| Maybe I’ll have to sit here
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| Watching the weather
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| One thing’s pretty certain helped me
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| Make it in the night
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| Showed me somewhere else between wrong and right
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| And at midnight if you can’t sleep
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| Then I can bend your ear
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| After midnight we’ll sit up half the night
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| Or maybe more
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| And I’ll begin to tell you what it is all for
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| Wake up on a good day
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| And the world feels wonderful
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| Midnight summer dream has me in its spell. |