| Come on, come on, let’s have a song
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| The morning sun is soon to come
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| We don’t have time to linger on
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| There comes a time, there comes a time
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| To make it right when I was wrong
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| And someday, girl, we’ll get along
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| Goodbye to all your plans
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| You can listen to me now
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| Your head is bent out of shape
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| But your feet are on the ground
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| But, more and more, the ceiling’s coming down
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| I take my time to face the day
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| It’s good to hear you talk this way
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| So we’ll keep this up as friends this time
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| Nothing’s wrong
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| I’ll stand up as I shake your hand
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| We’ll be alright
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| And I’ll do it all again
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| That man here is a fraud
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| But nobody gives a damn
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| And, more and more, we’ll all be weighing in
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| And I’ll sleep on your floor tonight
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| Give me some time to set this right
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| Where’s your head?
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| There’s nothing for you here
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| Nothing’s wrong
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| Take a look around, you’ll see it clear
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| Come on, come on, let’s get things done
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| The morning sun has come and gone
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| Get up, get out, and move along
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| There comes a time, there comes a time
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| To make it right, when I was wrong
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| And someday, girl, we’ll get along
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| And someday, girl, we’ll get along |