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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. |
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