| Good morning, faces out of pillow sheet
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| I watch you dream, only time you seem at peace
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| I’ve fallen into routine, we fight, fuck, then fall asleep
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| And then I wake up, I think to myself, «What a morning view»
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| When I would like to keep it, arms reach, I fall in synch with you, comfortable
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| Yeah, I said I wake up, I can’t help but think, «Ooh what a morning view»
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| I’d like to keep it, God said we’re made to create, that’s what we want to do
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| I say «Good morning»
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| We get the sun, as you wash all over your face
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| Still taste you, still faded, might stay
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| Play hooky from work, I’d rather lay on you, what do you say?
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| Still taste you, still faded, might stay
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| Now that you’ve come back, why did you stay out?
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| 10:30, you got a crib but you come for my morning view
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| You need a ride, it’s gettin' late, you stay the night
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| It’s 3 AM, no goin' home, we break in day, you back again
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| To get a taste of that morning view, oh I see, oh I see, oh I see you
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| Wake up, I think to myself «Oh, what a morning view»
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| I think to myself «Oh, what a morning view»
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| Good, good, good morning |