I know you turned your back on mother nature,
for everything she puts you through.
She wakes up everyday and tries to greet you,
I’m hopin’ that you’ll make it through.
I caught every morning,
tried to reach you,
and waited for your Saturday.
With sunshine, divine, I come running,
I’m a change a’ heart away . . .
Get out (Get out)
Get out
Let the Mornin’ break in you
Get Out
and I won’t (Get out) run unless I’m running after you.
Thought that he would be a high-class mover.
Well, he’s high now mover,
but his class aint new.
You were born to be a ballerina,
so you danced your way to Hollywood.
Well dancin’s what you got,
but not like you wanted,
not like you wanted anything . . .
Get out (Get out)
Get out
Let the Mornin’ break in you
Get Out
and I won’t (Get out) run unless I’m running after you.
On the big sky, nothing at the top,
so stop and get a good look. . . at this miracle. . .
On the big line, nothin’ up above, just love,
so get a good look at this miracle. . .
‘Cause this miracle’s you . . .
This miracle’s you. . .
Get out (Get out)
Get out
Let the Mornin’ break in you
Get Out
and I won’t (Get out) run unless I’m running after you.
Get out (Get out)
Get out
Let the Mornin’ break in you
Get Out
and I won’t (Get out) run unless I’m running after you.
(Get out) And I wont (Get out) run unless im running after you,
(Get out) And I wont (Get out) run unless im running after you. . .
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