Take the morning as a friend, I'll race you through your daily tumble;
Here's the warning you must choose, choose your moves to break the day.
She wants to hold the moon, but keep her feet down on the ground;
Oh yes, that would be nice, but here's what's going on.
I don't pity you my friend, I just want you here with me;
Wider than before, as wide as any sea.
And when the sun shines through, just look and see a little clearer;
The ticking of the days, will pound her head no more.
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