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She maybe young but she only likes old things, and modern music it ain't to her taste
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She loves the natural light, captured in black and white
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She sees mirages of mountain ranges, within a blink of her eyes it changes
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Back to the open plain, oh no she can't explain
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I cried out "Love, keep your arms around me. I am a bird that's in need of grounding
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I'm built to fly away, I never learned how to stay"
D A
The night is gonna fall and the vultures will surround you
D A
And when you're looking in the mirror what you see is gonna astound you
D F#m
But all these lines and greys refined, they are the maps of our design
D A
Of what began on a Monday morning
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Monday morning, Monday morning, Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh
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Monday morning, Monday morning, Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh
D A
The night is gonna fall and the vultures will surround you
D A
And when you're looking in the mirror what you see is gonna astound you
D F#m
But all these lines and greys refined, they are the maps of our design
D A
Of what began on a Monday morning
D A
Oh yes the night is going to fall, and the vultures will surround you
D A
And when you're looking in the mirror, what you see is gonna astound you
D F#m
And while the glow of youth in time alludes, it's burning on inside of you,
D A
It all began on a Monday morning
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Monday morning, Monday morning, Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh
