Beanfield - Chosen | Текст песни

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Open your eyes
Said it's morning time
What a glory time
Starting to breath again
Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes
Such a paradise
Waiting to be found today
Somehow you manage to get yourself
Though struggling
Out of those warmed-up sheets
Turn to your left side and there she is
What a beauteous
She is the pearl of your dreams

So first of all
The morning breeze
And your magazine
Bread and butter
Ham and cheese and salatines
You take the orange juice
Cubes of fruit and yogurt too
And only read the good news
Then she comes along
Joins you with a perfect smile
How much better can you possibly feel
But there's this question though
You know you just can't answer
Why did she ever choose me?

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