Morning has broken
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like the first morning
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Blackbird has spoken
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like the first bird
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Praise for the singing
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praise for the morning
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Praise for the springing
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fresh from the world
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<간주중>
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Sweet the rain's new fall
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sunlit from heaven
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Like the first dewfall
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on the first grass
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Praise for the sweetness
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of the wet garden
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Sprung in completeness
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where his feet pass
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Mine is the sunlight
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mine is the morning
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Born of the one light
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eden saw play
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Praise with elation
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praise every morning
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God's recreation of the new day
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, huh
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And if they did, don't get all
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arrogant cause that's my kid
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Just be thankful
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that it's good and somebody
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overstood
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Now, the listener in here
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want the same flow but I gotta
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let it grow
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Clever enough to let it go
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if I don't wanna rap no mo'
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And I'll make sure that no one
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ever forgets
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It's immortalized forever
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on wax CD's and casettes
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And when someone goes to the
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store and purchases it for ten
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The life cycle starts
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all over again
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And I was granted this
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music as my soulmate
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to procreate
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and give back what I was given
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a life worth livin And I
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am Still Standing unscathed
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Pain is for suckers to feel
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MC's are running out of
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things to say
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and radio stations running out of
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songs to play, shit!
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We Still Standing, unscathed
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And pain is for suckers to feel
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And MC's running out of
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things to say...
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Morning has broken
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| The St Philips Boy's Choir |
