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The morning comes with such pain,
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But it¡¯s nothing like Tthe dose I get when it¡¯s night
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And I can¡¯t help but wondering just what it is.
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Ain¡¯t I living my life right
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The cigarettes I¡¯m smoking don¡¯t realize,
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Nor does the glass from which I drink
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For how are they to know just
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Just what it is to be a man about to sink
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Ooooh no - it¡¯s not my time to go
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Ooooh no - before I go, I¡¯ve got to show¡¦something
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The light keeps gettin dimmer,
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Hey, but what¡¯s that to me?
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The morning comes with each night
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A voice keeps callin¡¯ my name so loud and so clear
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I¡¯ll pretend I¡¯m not here
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Ooooh no - it¡¯s not my time to go
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Ooooh no - before I go I¡¯ve got to show..
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No I can¡¯t go yet, no, I¡¯ve something to do
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And it might take a bit more time
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The time it takes to get up and walk out the door
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And see the world as before
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Ooooh no - it¡¯s not my time to go
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Ooooh no - before I go I¡¯ve got to show¡¦something
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IT¡¯S NOT MY TIME TO GO
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Dan Hicks |