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Birds are loud and streets are full
Suitcase filled with handmade open minds
Flashy colors make me blind
Hoping I could meet a friend of mine
Some been working in the shade of a weeping willow
Some been typing double 0's on a growing arrow
Birdland's old lullaby I am whispering low
Feel better when sun goes down if ever let go
Kind of morning
cll my loving
Is going down
cll of my dreaming
Start to flow in
cnd I go round
cm I losing
To my feelings
This morning
Breathing in and breathing out
Something's trying to get out of the dark
Tell me why they seem so sure
Life's so easy, just get some more
Some been working in the shade of a weeping willow
Some been typing double 0's on a growing arrow
Nowhere man is looking more and more like you and me
Don't you think we're missing out on what else we could be
Kind of morning
cll my loving
Is going down
cll of my dreaming
Start to flow in
cnd I go round
cm I losing
To my feelings
This morning
WRITERS
ARISTIDE LACARRERE, DYLAN AMSELLEM, LOUIS BAHDA
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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