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I have seen the morning burning golden on the mountain in the skies |
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Achin' with the feelin' of the freedom of an eagle when she flies |
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Turnin' on the world the way she smiled upon my soul as I lay dying |
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Healin' as the colors in the sunshine and the shadows of her eyes |
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Wakin' in the mornin' to the feelin' of her fingers on my skin |
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Wipin' out the traces of the people and the places that I've been |
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Teachin' me that yesterday was something that I never thought of trying |
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Talkin' of tomorrow and the money, love and time we had to spend |
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Lovin' her was easier than anything I'll ever do again |
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Comin' close together with a feelin' that I've never known before in my time |
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She ain't ashamed to be a woman or afraid to be a friend |
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I don't know the answer to the easy way she opened every door in my mind |
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But dreamin' was as easy as believin' it was never gonna end |
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And lovin' her was easier than anything I'll ever do again |
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Ooh, ooh, aah |
