By morning time, the sunlight will unfold and turn everything below it red and gold.
And maybe I won't wake up feeling so old. By evening time, sky's all blue and cold.
Time don't matter now. I'm on my way out.
Take your time discussing all your needs, because every road will end up at the sea.
So you can spend your days on your hands and knees, by evening time, I hope you've found some peace.

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