I was dabbling in the affairs of the heart
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Against the backdrop of a broken one
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And I was grappling with a promise I'd begun
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If only an unspoken one
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But in the peaceful pre-dawn, with the outlines getting clearer
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I saw a child's reflection in the mirror
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I was driving with the windows down
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The day had not arrived yet but the morning had
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And with the morning came the morning sounds
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Chorus:
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I could hear the morning sounds
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And the mysteries astound me
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And the struggle it surrounds me
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But it was only peace that found me
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When I heard the morning sounds
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I was leaving the apartment of some
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Ballerina waitress girl I'd met the month before
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And I was grieving for the dream she'd started making
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And the parts of me I knew I'd never show her
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But in the dawn's confusion as the living things awaken
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I felt the joyful side of me start shaking
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And fatigue gave way to ecstasy
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The day had not arrived yet but the morning had
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And with the morning came the morning sounds
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Chorus
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I could hear the morning sounds
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Said it was only peace that found me
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When I heard the morning sounds
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La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
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Morning Sounds
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| The Gathering Field |
