| You say that you ain’t been happy
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| Say that you should but you don’t know why
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| Just tryin' to get to somewhere
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| Just end up getting by
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| And I give you anything I can think of
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| Give you love but it ain’t enough
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| Just tell me not to worry bout you
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| On a train and you wish me luck, saying:
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| «Is it gonna get easier
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| Is it gonna get tough
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| Are the waters gonna open wider
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| Or are they gonna get rough
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| Are we gonna have to sink right now
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| Are we gonna get to paint this town
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| Deep blue and green, the colors of her eyes lookin at me
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| Early in the morning»
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| Left the hotel early that morning
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| Took your hand and we walked all day
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| And watched all the street performers
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| In the empty street parade
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| And we heard that piano playing
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| London bridge and it made you weep
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| And we got on the train to Paris
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| You leaned against me and we fell asleep, saying:
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| «Is it gonna get easier
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| Is it gonna get tough
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| Are the waters gonna open wider
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| Or are they gonna get rough
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| I’m gonna have to sink right now
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| Are we gonna get to paint this town
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| Deep blue and green, the colors of her eyes lookin at me
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| Early in the morning»
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| I lost you in a storm in Georgia
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| Called you up on Christmas day
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| Babe, I tried hard to get back to you
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| But you were just too far away
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| And you told me you loved me dearly
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| But you thought that our love was wrong
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| I talked you off the ledge by morning
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| You caught the train and you headed home
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| Well I still remember the day that I met you
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| I still remember the day you left
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| Still remember the day you came back
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| And I remember the things you said
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| And I remember the days and the good times
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| And I remember the nights without
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| I tell you baby when you get back home
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| We’ll catch a train and we’re headin South, saying:
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| «Is it gonna get easier
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| Is it gonna get tough
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| Are the waters gonna open wider
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| Or are they gonna get rough
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| I’m gonna have to sink right now
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| Are we gonna get to paint this town
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| Deep blue and green, the colors of her eyes lookin at me
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| Early in the morning
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| Early in the morning
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| Early in the morning
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| Early in the morning
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| Early in the morning
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| Yeah, early in the morning
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| Yeah, early in the morning
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| Yeah, early in the morning
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| Early in the morning» |