evening is the time of day
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i find nothing much to say
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don't know what to do
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but I come to
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when it's early in the morning
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over by the windows day is dawning
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when I feel the air
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I feel that life is very good to me, you know
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in the sun there's so much yellow
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something in the early morning meadow
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tells me that today you're on your way
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and you'll be coming home, home to me
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night time isn't clear to me
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I find nothing near to me
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don't know what to do. but I come to
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when it's early in the morning
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very, very early without warning
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I can feel a newly-born vibration
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sneaking up on me again
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there's a songbird on my pillow
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I can see the fun in weeping willow
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I can see the sun, you're on your way
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You'll be coming home
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when it's early in the morning
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over by the windows day is dawning
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when I feel the air
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I feel that life is very good to me, you know
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in the sun there's so much yellow
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something in the early morning meadow
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tells me that today you're on your way
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and you'll be coming home, home
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