A morning belle to raise the dead
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A ray of hope that lights ahead
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Forever, everything is leading a song
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We¡¯re waiting for the morning belle
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Before I lay, a place to rest
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I hope today we will be friends
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Forever sitting with the mortals and angels
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Waiting for a morning belle
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I was a long long way from home
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You were in search of the lost and found
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There was a cold beacon on my tongue
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It takes a good man to know he¡¯s down
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After the crash came a hit of stars
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It was the call of indulging ghosts
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It was the turn up in there, phone frozen
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And she opened up the door
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And now here comes a fire
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Tearing up the walls
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In the end when this is over
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She¡¯s a morning belle
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All the open candles
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We¡¯re moving towards the love
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Think of the ashes
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She¡¯s a morning belle
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The beating drum, the lonely sound
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A broken glass
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The leftovers on the ground
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If there¡¯s a call won¡¯t you call me here?
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If there¡¯s a God does she know my name
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It was the turn of the earth on frozen
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And she¡¯s going himself and show
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Our melody¡¦
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She¡¯s a morning belle
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Here comes a fire
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Tearing up the walls
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In the end when this is over
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She¡¯s a morning belle
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All the open candles
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We¡¯re moving towards the love
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Think of the ashes
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She¡¯s a morning belle
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A morning belle to raise the dead
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A morning belle that lights ahead
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Morning Belle
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| Mark Owen |
