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Words and music by |
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George Biondo |
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In the morning sun's golden warmth |
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Pours its arms around we two |
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Past my doorway were those heartbeats |
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Or a drummer and his drum |
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No more sleepin' left in me |
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I thought that |
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I hear footsteps |
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But they fade away |
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Got to stand up and face the day' |
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Cause people should be laughin' |
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Ev'ry chance they get |
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Morning blue |
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Puts an end to all my dreaming |
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Morning blue |
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Still comes around and brings me down |
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Now the morning bright blue cold |
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Pours its arms around me alone |
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After waking was |
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I dreaming |
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Or a killer and her love |
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Morning blue |
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Puts an end to all my dreaming |
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Morning blue |
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Still comes around and brings me down |
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Morning blue |
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Is that a voice that |
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I keep hearing |
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Or empty dreams |
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That she'll return with gentle hands to wake me |
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When it's over, |
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When it's over.1973 |
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Missing Link |
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Music (BMI) |
