| When morning comes, I know you’ll be there
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| When morning comes around
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| Just hold my hand and follow me there
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| When morning comes around
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| I’ll keep your picture by my side
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| No more secrets left to hide
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| Let’s escape, let’s do it soon
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| Run away when it’s full moon
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| When morning comes, I know you’ll be there
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| When morning comes around
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| Just hold my hand and follow me there
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| When morning comes around
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| I’ve left a note on my front door
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| Won’t be coming back no more
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| Packed my suitecase, my guitars
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| I’ll be here beneath the starts
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| When morning comes, I know you’ll be there
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| When morning comes around
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| Just hold my hand and follow me there
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| When morning comes around
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| Comes around…
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| Comes around…
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| Comes around…
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| Comes around…
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| When morning comes, I know you’ll be there
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| When morning comes around
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| Just hold my hand and follow me there
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| When morning comes around
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| When morning comes, I know you’ll be there
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| When morning comes around
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| Just hold my hand and follow me there
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| When morning comes around
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| When morning comes, I know you’ll be there
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| When morning comes around
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| Just hold my hand and follow me there
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| When morning comes around |