8:16 A.M.
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Stranger flowers yet There will never come a day that will ever regret The hours days years and the minutes The joy the pain the sunshine and rain in it The drives on the coast to nowhere Nothing to say just sit and stare There's nothing like the comfort of a silence that's comfortable Not talking small just skip the bull Then I find myself in servility Didn't think that was my ability I go a yard and a mile to make you smile But then I'm happy see I got so many ways to make your gaze elliptical Got a ways to go future's so Criptical and I'm glad Just another many things we've had It's 8:16 A.M. will you wake up to me The first thing that you see My eyes open I'm just hopin' you feel the same as me The day starts carefully On the sidewalk with the dog You're right last night I was a hog Come on I'm sorry It's 73 degrees January easily glides Stranger flowers still If you're gonna wanna go another day I will Like this make it a deal Sealed with a kiss Sealed with a fell of impermanent bliss Today my love we shall let the world slide Turn off the ringer and just glide For we shall never be youger again than What do you see It's 8:16 A.M. will you wake up to me The first thing that you see My eyes open I'm just hopin' you feel the same as me The day starts carefully On the sidewalk with the dog You're right last night I was a hog Come on I'm sorry Holiday on the radio Billie knows that is the way to go A place where we both can spend out saved time Not collecting interest Maybe the same reason we always find ourselved home bound I've got to do some homework The leave response we want to leave Wisconsin For a new life a new trailer with an antenna and a porch Of course we'll bring the dogfeel good love song night night positive relaxing seen live Songs that never get old
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