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Well morning came

And it dressed the sky

In a lovely yellow gown

And the shops they are

All opening

In that narrow hallway of downtown

Filled with people who

Are shopping for

Their lovers and their friends

So they won't ever be lonely again

Well a forest fenced

becomes backyards

Like songs are born from sound

And the apple fell

And it taught us all

We are chained here to the ground

So here we go

But there ain't no escape

Yeah, these streets they're just dead ends

So I won't ever be happy again