| Morning comes, so full of its own importance
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| With a single piece of gold upon its tongue
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| To chase away the shadows so they hide under the stones
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| Until the afternoon when they grow long
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| And in the summer morning comes, it comes too early
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| When in the winter she will always come too late
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| You can’t rely on the morning to awake you
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| Because mornings never give, they only take, take, take
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| Summer’s child, you’re prettiest when you’re sober
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| With a tied and tattered promise in your mouth
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| To chase away his demons so they hide under the stones
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| You only give him him so much
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| Then you head for home
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| For he will follow, like a swallow, ever after
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| As well you know for you have planted every seed
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| He can rely upon your being there to meet him
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| But how long you will be there you will not concede…
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| Mm mmm, mmm mmm, mmm…
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| Evening comes and I will not fight the darkness
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| For the darkness holds forgetfulness and sleep
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| I won’t chase away the shadows if they hide me
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| For they hide me from the vigilance she keeps
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| And you would not lead a thirsty horse to water
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| Like you would not heed a beggar in the street
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| Your only thoughts are for yourself, for your own sanity and health
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| And while you kick over the traces you just take, take, take
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| And you…
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| Oh, you break me every day
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| And your heart is a hard stone at my heel
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| Oh, Rebecca, cease to be
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| Oh, cease your torturing of me
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| Oh, cease your endless trials and troubling of my brain
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| Rebecca, you could drive a man insane…
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| Mm mmm-mmm, mmm mmm-mmm, mmm…
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| Mm-mm-mm-mmm, mm-mmm-mmm, mmm mmm…
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| Mm-mm-mm-mmm, mm-mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm mmm…
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| Mm-mm-mm-mmm, mm-mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm mmm… |