Wide awake at five 'o' clock, can't get back to sleep
I'd tell the postman not to knock, but they say talk is cheap
So I'm staring at the sky, something's in my eye
Every morning feels like twelve rounds in a fight
Letters don't reach their address
Neighbours' eyes like knives
Don't know how I'm gonna survive
Morning in paradise
It feels like no one's around to tell me the truth
I wander through the lost and found, trying to find proof
That time isn't a straight line, it spins in my mind
Every morning feels like twelve rounds in a fight
The bus don't come around here
Nobody wants to drive
Don't know how I'm gonna survive
Morning in paradise
They're smoking victory cigars too early by far
Rolling round like Russian Czars in tinted sedan cars
I don't mean to sound uptight, but it don't seem right
Every morning feels like twelve rounds in a fight
They took me on a Monday
Needles swung like scythes
Don't know how I'm gonna survive
Morning in paradise
Daniel Lippard & The Deserters - Morning in Paradise Lyrics
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Wide awake at five 'o' clock, can't get back to sleep
I'd tell the postman not to knock, but they say talk is cheap
So I'm staring at the sky, something's in my eye
Every morning feels like twelve rounds in a fight
Letters don't reach their address
Neighbours' eyes like knives
Don't know how I'm gonna survive
Morning in paradise
It feels like no one's around to tell me the truth
I wander through the lost and found, trying to find proof
That time isn't a straight line, it spins in my mind
Every morning feels like twelve rounds in a fight
The bus don't come around here
Nobody wants to drive
Don't know how I'm gonna survive
Morning in paradise
They're smoking victory cigars too early by far
Rolling round like Russian Czars in tinted sedan cars
I don't mean to sound uptight, but it don't seem right
Every morning feels like twelve rounds in a fight
They took me on a Monday
Needles swung like scythes
Don't know how I'm gonna survive
Morning in paradise
I'd tell the postman not to knock, but they say talk is cheap
So I'm staring at the sky, something's in my eye
Every morning feels like twelve rounds in a fight
Letters don't reach their address
Neighbours' eyes like knives
Don't know how I'm gonna survive
Morning in paradise
It feels like no one's around to tell me the truth
I wander through the lost and found, trying to find proof
That time isn't a straight line, it spins in my mind
Every morning feels like twelve rounds in a fight
The bus don't come around here
Nobody wants to drive
Don't know how I'm gonna survive
Morning in paradise
They're smoking victory cigars too early by far
Rolling round like Russian Czars in tinted sedan cars
I don't mean to sound uptight, but it don't seem right
Every morning feels like twelve rounds in a fight
They took me on a Monday
Needles swung like scythes
Don't know how I'm gonna survive
Morning in paradise
Writer: Daniel Lippard
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