
The Morning Paper
The morning paper is on it's way
It's all bad news on every page
So I roll right over and go to sleep
The evening sun will be so sweet
I roll right over
And I have this thing
The red apple falls
The morning paper is on it's way
It's all bad news on every page
So I roll right over and go to sleep
The evening sun will be so sweet
I roll right over
And I have this thing
The red apple falls
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