When my mornin' comes around, no one else will be there
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so I won't have to worry about what I'm supposed to say
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and I alone will know that I climbed that great big mountain
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and that's all that will matter when my mornin' comes around
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When my mornin' comes around, I will look back on this valley
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at these sidewalks and alleys where I lingered for so long
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and this place where I now live will burn to ash and cinder
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like some ghost I won't remember
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When my mornin' comes around
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When my mornin' comes around, from a new cup I'll be drinking
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and for once I won't be thinking that there's something wrong with me
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and I'll wake up and find that my faults have been forgiven
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and that's when I'll start living
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When my mornin' comes around
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When MY Mornin' Comes Around
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| Iris Dement |
