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| Rainbow's Gold In the heat of the morning When your day is still dawning And your bird, she's singing Catch your soul, he's willing to fly away Packed your bags in a hurry Because your mind's in a worry Mark my words, you're gonna be sorry if you ever fly away Sweet little girl with the Saint Da Vinci-smile Stares at me with sadness in her eyes I'm not sure if she's really real or make-believe Maybe she's a vision that comes to only me Cause I'm so tired
In the heat of the morning
Yes I'm so tired So tired Yes I'm so tired When your day is still dawning And your bird, she's singing Catch your soul, he's willing to fly away |
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