Lyrics:
After the afterwash of you
I couldn't help but think of how many people were with you
And if I could see you open
A gift in front of everyone
Just how you would in the comfort of your bedroom
All alone with a fireplace in the winter
After the afterwash of you
I couldn't help but think of how many people were with you
And if I could see you open
A gift in front everyone
Just how you would in the comfort of your bedroom
All alone with a fireplace in the winter
Up every mountain
And tomorrow I'll see you again
Painting my own painting at nine in the morning
Painting my own painting at nine in the morning
In the morning
Painting my own painting at nine in the morning
Painting my own painting at nine in the morning
In the morning
Painting my own painting at nine in the morning
Painting my own painting at nine in the morning
In the morning
Painting my own painting at nine in the morning
In the morning
Painting my own painting at nine in the morning
In the morning
In the morning
Up every mountain
And tomorrow I'll see you again
Up every mountain
And tomorrow I'll see you again
Painting my own painting at nine in the morning
In the morning
In the morning
Up the mountain from a (real?) trough
And I won't ever let you go
Painting my own painting at nine in the morning
In the morning
Up the mountain from a (real?) trough
And I won't ever let you go
Painting my own painting at nine in the morning
In the morning
Painting my own painting at nine in the morning
In the morning
Painting my own painting at nine...
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