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The sun |
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Blowing the moon away |
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Lights me up for |
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One more day |
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The streets are naked |
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In the morning sun |
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The night lifts behind me |
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I run and run |
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Morning heat |
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Puts a thin film of sweat on my face |
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A little man, his eyes half closed |
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Puts chairs on tables |
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Admires his work |
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And collects a quarter from the floor |
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I head over to Broadway |
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Where I watch myself |
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Having a slow breakfast |
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Trying to impress the barman with a fresh voice |
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When I ask for the bill |
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The sun |
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Blowing the moon away |
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Lights me up for |
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One more day |
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The streets are naked |
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In the morning sun |
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The night lifts behind me |
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I run and run |
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Desire |
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Desire for the unknown eyes |
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Desire for the unknown name |
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I'm burning in the morning sun, I want to run |
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Desire for the unknown name |
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Desire for the unknown love |
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I'm burning in the morning sun |
