It's 5:30 a.m. in west Missouri.
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I'm waiting for the sun in a perfect breeze and highway hum motel parking lot's neon geometry.
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I'm up and out before the sun and I'm singing like Harry Nilsson,
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Awake alone in love with my misery.
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'Cause when trouble comes I say thank you.
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This is a discipline that works best when forgotten.
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When trouble comes just say thank you.
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People it's all yours, please see it -
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It all must be seen to be seen through.
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Just trust your needs to feed you.
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So when you're lying awake
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Afraid the sky might crack open and fry
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The clouds up like scrambled eggs
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Remind yourself
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When trouble comes to say thank you.
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His Short Quip When Eddie's Bothered
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| Make Believe |
