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In the heat of the morning... when your day is still dawning

And your bird, she's singing... Catch your soul, he's willing to fly away

Packed your bags in a hurry... because your mind's in a worry

Mark my words, you're gonna be sorry... if you ever fly away

Sweet little girl with the Saint Da Vinci-smile

Stares at me with sadness in her eyes

I'm not sure if she's really real or make-believe

Maybe she's a vision that comes to only me

'Cause I'm so tired, yes, I'm so tired

So tired, yes, I'm so tired

In the heat of the morning... when your day is still dawning

And your bird, she's singing... Catch your soul, he's willing to fly away