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When I woke up this mornin' The sun had just dawned in My bed or your bed? Was the first or the last time I don't care, it feels right I'm not, not stoppin' all night Things fall apart and in a part you feel distant Reactions are instant if emotions are constant Let's say for instance that you had a conscience Would you take the time then to weigh out the options All that, all that You can give me all that All that, all that All that, all that You can give me all that All that, all that Stay here in the mornin' You can take it all back All back, all back Baby if you want to You can give me all that All that, all that Never crossed my mind Have I crossed the lines? Or is there more to find, to find I think inside I'm mortalised Mortalised, more to life Comin' from both sides An attack of the mind Like Optimus Prime in his prime Kick it, don't skip it, to the finish line This minute's mine All that, all that You can give me all that All that, all that All that, all that You can give me all that All that, all that Stay here in the mornin' You can take it all back All back, all back Baby if you want to You can give me all that All that, all that All that, all that You can give me all that All that, all that All that, all that You can give me all that All that, all that Stay here in the mornin' You can take it all back All back, all back Baby if you want to You can give me all that All that, all that

All the rowboats in the paintings They keep trying to row away And the captains' worried faces Stay contorted and staring at the waves They'll keep hanging in their gold frames For forever, forever and a day All the rowboats in the oil paintings They keep trying to row away, row away Hear them whispering French and German Dutch, Italian, and Latin When no one's looking I touch a sculpture Marble, cold and soft as satin But the most special are the most lonely God, I pity the violins In glass coffins they keep coughing They've forgotten, forgotten how to sing, how to sing La da dada da, la da dada da, la First there's lights out, then there's lock-up Masterpieces serving maximum sentences It's their own fault for being timeless There's a price to pay and a consequence All the galleries, the museums Here's your ticket, welcome to the tombs They're just public mausoleums The living dead fill every room But the most special are the most lonely God, I pity the violins In glass coffins they keep coughing They've forgotten, forgotten how to sing They will stay there in their gold frames For forever, forever and a day All the rowboats in the oil paintings They keep trying to row away, row away First there's lights out, then there's lock up Masterpieces serving maximum sentences It's their own fault for being timeless There's a price to pay and a consequence All the galleries, the museums They will stay there forever and a day All the rowboats in the oil paintings They keep trying to row away, row away All the rowboats in the oil paintings They keep trying to row away, row away