| Some people seem so obsessed with the morning
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| Get up early just to watch the sun rise
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| Some people like it more when there’s fire in the sky
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| Worship the sun when it’s high
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| Some people go for those sultry evenings
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| Sipping cocktails in the blue, red and grey
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| But I like every minute of the day
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| I like every second, so long as you are on my mind
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| Every moment has its special charm
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| It’s all right when you’re around, rain or shine
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| I know a crowd who only live after midnight
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| Their faces always seem so pale
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| And then there’s friends of mine who must have sunlight
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| They say a suntan never fails
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| I know a man who works the night shift
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| He’s lucky to get a job and some pay
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| And I like every minute of the day
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| I dig every second
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| I can laugh in the snow and rain
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| I get a buzz from being cold and wet
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| The pleasure seems to balance out the pain
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| And so you see that I’m completely crazy
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| I even shun the south of France
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| The people on the hill, they say I’m lazy
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| But when they sleep, I sing and dance
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| Some people have to have the sultry evenings
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| Cocktails in the blue, red and grey
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| But I like every minute of the day
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| I like every minute of the day |