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Monday morning comes I'm up against the gun A week of nine to fives Hallways and florescent lights You fill up my head Here now there and then I want to spend the rest of life Every moment surrounded by Sunrise, Believe me when I say I want to wake up Every morning to your rays And when this man Is old and gray He'll be caught up In the colors you display Empty never full Caught in the push and pull Overworked, overtime And losing sleep These vital signs are screaming out "We were meant for more Than the things that you've been living for" The mountain that I climb Every morning satisfies when I see Sunrise, Believe me when I say I want to wake up Every morning to your rays And when this man Is old and gray He'll be caught up In the colors you display One day we'll awake Find ourselves in golden age In stillness of life's symphony, Last breaths, and heartbeats Sunrise, Believe me when I say I want to wake up Every morning to your rays And when this man Is old and gray He'll be caught up In the colors you display |