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Well morning came

 And it dressed the sky

 In a lovely yellow gown

 And the shops they are

 All opening

 In that narrow hallway of downtown

 Filled with people who

 Are shopping for

 Their lovers and their friends

 So they won't ever be lonely again

 Well a forest fenced

 becomes backyards

 Like songs are born from sound

 And the apple fell

 And it taught us all

 We are chained here to the ground

 So here we go

 But there ain't no escape

 Yeah, these streets they're just dead ends

 So I won't ever be happy again