Morning
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Early morning light, floating in so bright, until the next night
I got to throw - got to through my dreams -
Got to throw all my - all my dreams away.
Sunshine coming in, too much on my skin,
don't know where I've been
try to remember - I forgot it -
I don't remember, don't know where I've been.
Waking up is hard to do
Every morning I feel blue
Seems the world is not yet true
& I find dreams can't be real
hard - taking a long - time to see that a dream cannot be real.
Smoke from yesternoon, cold the incense fume,
air inside the room
it is too thick - full of left-overs
Sounds of music slowly filling it, too.
Turning back to be - in reality, boiling lots of tea
& ist aroma - makes me feel -
makes me feel, it makes me feel a lot better
Waking up is hard to do
Every morning I feel blue
Seems the world is not yet true
& I find dreams can't be real
hard - taking a long - time to see that a dream cannot be real.
Early morning light, morning in the night
Dreams are shattered now, fragments on the grouond
Morning being down, daytime rolling 'round
Morning - morning - morning.