Wake up in the morning
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Get into bed
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closing my eyes
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I rest my head
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There is no arrangement
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No time no place
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It's gone in the wind
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and left no trace
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Who can say,
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maybe or whatever.
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It's up to you
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You know you can
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trust me
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I'll make it up to you
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You move with the action
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You loosen my strings
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Your fingers
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can smooth out my jangles
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and all those things
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Grease on the handle
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and the tangles
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in my hair
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They always seem
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to go together
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I don't care
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Loosen My Strings
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| Deep Purple |
