Well the sun came up this morning
Like a burning red balloon
It broke into my window
And it slipped across the room
It spread itself upon me
Like the smell of sweet perfume
I was sleeping like a baby
I`m not a saviour
I`m not a saint
I`m not an angel
I`m not that quaint
Don`t need a preacher
To be that wise
Don`t need a teacher -
I`ve got my eyes...
You hurt me
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