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Woke up this morning at eleven-eleven Wasn't in Portland and I…

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Woke up this morning at eleven-eleven
Wasn't in Portland and I wasn't in heaven
Could have been either by the way I was feeling
But I was alive, I was alive

Woke up this morning at eleven-eleven
John was half-naked and Lulu was crying
Over a baby that will never go crazy
But I was alive
And kicking through this cruel world
Holding a notion of you at eleven-eleven

Tell me what else can I do
What else can I do?

Woke up this morning and something was burning
Realized that everything really does
happen in Manhattan
Thoughts were of characters and afternoons lying
And you,
you were alive

Oh the hours we are seperate
11:11 is just precious time we've wasted

So patch up your bleeding hearts
And put away your posies
I'm gonna have a drink
Before we ring around the rosies with you

Oh, the hours we are seperate
Oh, the hours we are seperate
eleven
eleven
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