This morning when the sun came up,
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I was still lyin down in my bed.
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But it started burning real bright
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whether or not
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it was shining on my head.
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Just today another flower bloomed
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and I just walked right on by.
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It became a little swirl of fantasy
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whether or not
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it caught my eye.
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CHORUS
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I could just go round bein down, sleepin late,
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runnin round in a state, feelin dead in the head
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cause of all the things that people said.
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But none of them can get inside of me.
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I think I'd rather just decide not to hide
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from the facts of the dark and relax cause the spark
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of the fire that's inside me isn't goin out.
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The darkness just ain't gonna swallow me
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(because I'm gonna live eternally.)
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I think about myself so much,
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It kinda makes me ill.
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I probly oughta let my cup
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just fill up
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but overfill.
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Whether or Not
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| Waterdeep |
