It's early morn
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the birds are gone
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no need to wake up
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the bed's so warm
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and open wide
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there's no one sleeping
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at my side
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it was the break of dawn
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I thought I heard you wrong
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the body's here
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but the soul's not near
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I'm hiding out and yet
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I'm still here
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It's afternoon maybe
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you're OK I bet you'll
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be home soon
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it was the break of dawn
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I thought I heard you wrong
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now you've been gone so long
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I hope I heard you wrong
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If I could go on sleeping for the rest of the year
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stare at the ceiling til there's nothing there
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avoid my life and unplug my head
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and never ever leave this bed
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evening comes
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sun go down
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nothing here but some
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distant sounds
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and the bed's a cell pull the
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blankets 'round and I'll never tell
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it was the break of dawn
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I thought I heard you wrong
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now you've gone so long
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I hope I heard you wrong
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Heard You Wrong
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| The Odds |
