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In the morning through my window creeping
Sunlight chases colors on my wall
By my side she lay sleeping
Cradled in her antique shawl
I tuck her 'neath my covers
Watch her face saddling my down
I suppose we were brothers
She was good, good to have around
Some things are for keeping, oh
Some things are too good and they go
I remember the market place and the Marines standing there
Daggers all around their legs and you looked like an angel
From a second storey window, caught a glimpse of someone's life
And it was mine, and my face was dark and dirty, and I'd been crying
So tuck her 'neath your covers
Got a love, keep her there, make love all the time
I suppose we all need lovers
And know everything comes in time
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