I woke from rem sleep, I woke from a dream you know
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Morning shines bright, morning's just mean
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Morning ends night, morning just bleeds
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I hear a door slam a telephone ring
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This ain't time to play, this ain't time to sing
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And I may be strange without all all all your love
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But I could be great with all all your love
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Maybe turn sane with all all all your love
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Have I hit my peak, have I hit my low y'all
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Should I try and speak, should I hold my tongue
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Will this be my week, will this be my month
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Is this all complete, or is it undone?
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And I might be finished without all your love
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But I could be just getting started with all your love
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And I could be laughing not crying with all your love
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And I could be living not dying with all your love
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All all all your love etc...
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All that I've seen, all that I've heard
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All that I've taught, all that I've learned
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All that I've said, all of my words
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Time that I've spent, time that I've earned
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I won't be ashamed with all your love
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I won't be pain with all your love
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I won't be afraid with all your love
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I won't feel betrayed with all your love
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Did I say not strange? with all your love
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And did I add great? with all your love
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I could just go sane with all your love
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All all all your love
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| Troy Spratt |
