She's there waiting at the gate Painted by the dawn.
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She's there waiting at the gates as the velvet Night sky is torn.
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She says Good Morning, I smile and say the same.
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She's STANDS waiting at the gate Smiling at the rain.
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As I turn to wave to her I wish I could remain.
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She [-EEE ] says Good Morning.
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She's there waiting at the gate WARMING all she sees.
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Threading through a web of gas The rain precedes the storm,
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Coughing on my way to work Her smile keeps me warm
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She said Good Morning I smiled and said the same.
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She's STANDS waiting at the gate A picture in my brain.
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SHE SAYS GOOD MORNING
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