And there's a feeling in the morning
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that i can get my stomach screams a warning
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when my first thoughts are forming in my head
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and i can stay between the covers
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remember how i loved another
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and postpone my slow recovery
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but i can fall asleep tonight
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if i can make it home by the daylight
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when i recall the times that i was left alone
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'cause in the glimmer of your eye
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i begin to see myself in a different light
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And there's a feeling in the morning
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that i can get my stomach screams a warning
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when my first thoughts are forming in my head
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and they say, "whoa, baby, i gotta go...
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and i hate to let you know in this way."
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but i can fall asleep tonight
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if i can make it home by the daylight
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when i recall the times that i was left alone
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'cause in the glimmer of your eye
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i begin to see myself in a different light
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but i can fall asleep tonight
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if i can make it home by the daylight
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when i recall the times that i was left alone
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'cause in the glimmer of your eye
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i begin to see myself in a different light
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whoa, oh oh oh...
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A Different Light
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| Sherwood |
