| Don’t the sky look funny
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| Don’t it look kinda chewed-on like
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| Don’t you feel like running
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| Don’t you feel like running from the dawn’s early light
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| Quite ugly one morning
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| We all said goodnight
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| It came without a warning
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| Just a flash of light
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| Don’t you feel kind of funny
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| Don’t you feel kind of funny inside
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| When you feel like laughing
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| And everybody tells you you ought to be crying
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| Quite ugly one morning
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| We all said goodnight
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| It came without a warning
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| But it was quite all right
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| Quite ugly one morning
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| We all said goodnight
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| It came without a warning
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| But it was quite all right
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| From dawn to sundown
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| It’s a long, long way
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| And it’s a hollow triumph
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| When you make it to the bottom of another day
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| There’s a fever rising
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| When the evening comes
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| And when the battle’s over
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| There’ll be nothing left but the sound of drums
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| Quite ugly one morning
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| We all said goodnight
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| It came without a warning
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| Just a flash of light
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| Quite ugly one morning
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| We all said goodnight
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| It came without a warning
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| But it was quite all right |