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Morning Glory |
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Those ******* birds are singing again |
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It's early morning,much too late and I'm wasted again |
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A Single Malt, a last cigarette |
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And then I rather should be going to bed |
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One last tango on the dance-floor of my mind |
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A little often I'm crying deep inside |
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The morning takes this night that was so long |
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while I am singing in the tower of song |
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Morning glory |
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For those who do not need to weep |
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But not for me; I'm into - I'm into me |
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I was closing her eyes on me |
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Loneliness won't leave me alone |
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My heart, my heart falls like a stone |
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By this time they might be naked in the showers |
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By this time they wash them clean from my insult |
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By this time I'm just a yesterday's man |
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Still I'm praising, just like I would be the fan |
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Can someone out there shoot those birds for me? |
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Can someone tell me what do you feel? |
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All you people without *******s of desire |
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Please come in and kill my always burning fire |
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Morning glory |
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For those who do not need to weep |
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But not for me; I'm into... |
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I was closing her eyes on me |
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Loneliness won't leave alone |
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My heart, my heart falls like a stone |
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I can’t bring the ghost that holds me |
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Try to being hard - how |
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How – how – how can love be nightmare? |
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I can’t bring the ghost that holds me |
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Try to being hard - how |
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How – how – how can love be nightmare? |
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Close her eyes on me… |
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Those ******* birds are singing again |
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It's early morning, much too late and I'm wasted again |
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A single malt, a cigarette. |
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And then I rather should be going to bed... |
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Lacrimosa forever |
