I arise to the 5 AM skies
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Left over from yesterday
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With a moan I reach out for the phone
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It's her says, she's on her way
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And fifteen minutes later
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I hear the elevator
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I gave her my apartment key
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So she eases in and lies with me
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Pay my way with a nine to five day
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She's working a midnight grind
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Dressed in white by the dawn's eerie light
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She reaches my cobwebbed mind
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She brews us up some coffee
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And pulls the covers off me
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I grab her wrist and pull her near
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And the night begins to clear
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Morning man, doesn't take much to wake me
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Just you shake your morning man
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I've been dreaming of how you'll wake me
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Since this endless night began
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So curl up with your early riser
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In my eyes you see the plan
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You'll catch up on your sleep this evening
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And I'll be your morning man
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Eight at night in the last of the light
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I wander back home again
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Time is cheap 'cause I know she's asleep
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And out for the count 'til ten
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And when she's finally wakin'
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I'll fix some eggs and bacon
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She'll say, "Goodnight, I'm late again"
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I'll say, "Goodnight, I'll wait"
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Morning man, doesn't take much to wake me
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Just you shake your morning man
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I've been dreaming of how you'll wake me
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Since this endless night began
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So curl up with your early riser
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In my eyes you see the plan
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You'll catch up on your sleep this evening
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And I'll be your morning man
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Morning Man
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| Rupert Holmes |
