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Morning
from Il Cantuatore
she follows me up the staircase
a mornin when i stayed at her place
i open the door the sun hits the screen
it glows on the floor of aquamarine
i picked my head up and started to walk out side
then i turn around and there she is all dressed in white
like an angel
only think i could think of
the terms become cliche
but not when it looks this way
such a shine upon her face
such a skin covered in lace
and the warmth from her embrace
sends me home
i dont want to leave, i dont want to get in my car
i still cant believe how she looked and how in love we are
i picked up my heart, like it had fell straight to the ground
and shot to the sun to melt from the love i found
like an angel
only think i could think of
the terms become cliche
but not when it looks this way
such a shine upon her face
such a skin covered in lace
and the warmth from her embrace
sends me home
are you ready
im ready to be this happy
are you ready
im ready to live tonight
are you ready
im ready to take the big jump
are you ready
im ready and we take flight
music/words by benjamin
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