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The morning paper is on it's way
And 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
Red apple falls
The morning paper is on it's way
And 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
Red apple falls