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[ti:Morning Story]
[ar:Jack Bruce]
[al:Live at the Manchester Free Trade Hall]
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[00:00.000]Morning Story - Jack Bruce
[00:45.210]Written by：Peter Brown/Jack Bruce/Janet Godfrey
[01:30.434]Running jumping pushing its way
[01:37.494]Morning's nighttime blends into day
[01:44.607]Can't find curtains to shut it away
[01:52.540]We were alone in the hills of the night
[02:01.245]Now the neon dawn lets in the light
[02:10.863]And the milkman that nobody knows
[02:14.654]Leaves bottles of tears
[02:19.921]At the house full of laughter
[02:22.870]Nobody ever hears
[02:30.178]At the house full of laughter
[02:32.555]Oh the grass is burned black
[02:42.097]Seas turned to steam
[02:44.333]When we boiled the dream of tomorrow
[02:54.280]When it gets light
[02:58.242]Some of them always stay
[03:02.459]She's dressed in white
[03:04.658]Till the smoke turns her grey
[03:12.724]Falling stumbling feeling its way
[03:20.065]Morning's nighttime moves into day
[03:26.750]Can't find warmth to keep it away
[03:34.356]Used to be alone on the waves of cloud
[03:42.554]Now the flotsam dawn brings in the crowd
[03:52.097]And the angel who sits in her car
[03:55.974]Full of desire
[04:01.366]But the hoses who came from the town
[04:05.055]Put out her fire
[04:10.360]Oh the seas have run dry
[04:25.214]And the sun's one good eye is too blind
[04:31.726]From the good times we had burning bright
[04:38.800]Such a morning's day
[04:42.946]She's dressed in white
[04:45.279]Till the smoke turns her grey