100 lyrics for "Not in the morning"

But I sure know what to say: I love you I wanna love you in the morning Love you in the evening too Once in a while I pop around Now I may not be familiar with your language But I sure would like to cross over your bridge Said I may not dress in style as
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I lied just a little When I said I need you You stretched the truth When you said that you knew Just can't believe it There's nothing to say I was almost honest, almost Living alone, can't stand this place It's four in the morning and I still see your
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How could you I will not run You are the river Pour out of this life You are the morning bird Who sang me into life every day You are the blood of me The harvest of my dreams
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Oh, I'm sailin' away, my own true love I'm sailin' away in the morning Is there something I can send you from across the sea From the place that I'll be landing? No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love There's nothin' I wish to be ownin'
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I'll walk you up, what time's the bus come? They woke up together Not quite realizing how Awkwardly stretching and yawning It's always hard in the morning And I suppose that's the price you pay Well, oh, it isn't what it was She's thinking he looks
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Rock you like a hurricane It's early morning, the sun comes out Last night was shaking and pretty loud My cat is purring, it scratches my skin So what is wrong with another sin? The night is calling, I have to go The wolf is hungry, he runs the show He's
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I don't miss you I don't miss you anymore I just might miss you 'Till the morning fills the air Or the afternoon is fair Or the evening light is barely there And you know is not a lie Unless the moon is floating
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I don't think so I don't feel so bad Wake up call Caught you in the morning with another one in my bed Don't you care about me anymore? Don't you care about me? Six foot tall Came without a warning, so I had to shoot him dead He won't come around here
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Wednesday morning at five o'clock As the day begins Silently closing her bedroom door Leaving the note that she hoped would say more She goes downstairs to the kitchen Clutching her handkerchief Quietly turning the backdoor key Stepping outside, she is
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The first thing this morning Was to have you walk out on me Oh the last thing I needed The postman delivered A "past due" bill notice The alarm clock rang two hours late The garbage man left all the trash On the sidewalk And the hinges fell off of the
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