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The morning comes with such pain,
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But itĄ¯s nothing like Tthe dose I get when itĄ¯s night
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And I canĄ¯t help but wondering just what it is.
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AinĄ¯t I living my life right
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The cigarettes IĄ¯m smoking donĄ¯t realize,
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Nor does the glass from which I drink
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For how are they to know just
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Just what it is to be a man about to sink
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Ooooh no - itĄ¯s not my time to go
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Ooooh no - before I go, IĄ¯ve got to showĄĻsomething
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The light keeps gettin dimmer,
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Hey, but whatĄ¯s that to me?
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The morning comes with each night
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A voice keeps callinĄ¯ my name so loud and so clear
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IĄ¯ll pretend IĄ¯m not here
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Ooooh no - itĄ¯s not my time to go
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Ooooh no - before I go IĄ¯ve got to show..
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No I canĄ¯t go yet, no, IĄ¯ve something to do
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And it might take a bit more time
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The time it takes to get up and walk out the door
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And see the world as before
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Ooooh no - itĄ¯s not my time to go
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Ooooh no - before I go IĄ¯ve got to showĄĻsomething
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ITĄ¯S NOT MY TIME TO GO
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| Dan Hicks |
