The day is bright,
But I’m not ready.
So I’ll dive under the blankets,
And pretend I’ve got all the time in the world.
Warm, warm,
How could I bear to leave home?
The day is bright,
But I’m not ready.
So I’ll dive under the blankets,
And pretend I’ve got all the time in the world.
Warm, warm,
How could I bear to leave home?
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