So tight in the morning, so tight in the morning
The clouds are spread out against the sky
I sit at my desk, looking out at my window
I watch the world pass by
My morning glow slips on over my shoulder
I bend it up to keep up the cool
Constantly at the start of storms in a direction
I change my mind
And I grow tired
The sadness of my face is too low, not belong
The sadness of my face is too low, not belong
The sadness of my face is too low, not belong
The sadness of my face is too low, not belong
The saddest thing in the world is do you know what we want?
So high in the morning, so high in the morning
The clouds are spread out against the sky
I sit on my bed here looking out the window
I close my eyes, take my time
The saddest thing in the world is do you know what we want?
The saddest thing in the world is do you know what we want?
The saddest thing in the world is do you know what we want?
To love, not be loved
Besides, the purpose to love, not be loved
Oh, oh, oh, oh
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