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rushing to be on time\n\nColors that are dripping\nHelp to make up for his silence\nI think of you in green\nI remember he once told me\nBut when I go\nAs I always must do\nThe color in his day will be\nClear... and... blue","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Morning Colors\n  artist: Linda Perhacs\n  album: Parallelograms\n  duration_ms: 275000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Fog is catching in cold round drops\n  And from the rail of his terrace\n  Dripping\n  Some to fall, and some to blink\n  In colors of neon from the signs\n  All along his street\n\n  His stairs are wood, and old\n  And they creak\n  They complain when I come\n  And they talk when I go\n  But I'm quiet if I try\n  And I don't stay too long\n  And I go before the morning\n  And the dripping of the fog\n  Is gone\n\n  Sometimes I wonder\n  Should I wake him to see\n  All those bright bubble drops\n  In the still slickened streets\n  Sometimes I wonder\n  Has he 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And from the rail of his terrace\n  Dripping\n  Some to fall, and some to blink\n  In colors of neon from the signs\n  All along his street\n\n  His stairs are wood, and old\n  And they creak\n  They complain when I come\n  And they talk when I go\n  But I'm quiet if I try\n  And I don't stay too long\n  And I go before the morning\n  And the dripping of the fog\n  Is gone\n\n  Sometimes I wonder\n  Should I wake him to see\n  All those bright bubble drops\n  In the still slickened streets\n  Sometimes I wonder\n  Has he ever really seen them?\n\n  Sometimes I wonder\n  Has he ever really seen me\n  It's so warm and still\n  Fresh coffee and oranges\n  Soon almond cakes\n  He'll sleep till they're done\n  There hasn't been a sound\n  Out from under those signs\n  Haven't heard a single footstep\n  That is rushing to be on time\n\n  Colors that are dripping\n  Help to make up for his silence\n  I think of you in green\n  I remember he once told me\n  But when I go\n  As I always must do\n  The color in his day will be\n  Clear... and... blue\n"},{"id":15580775,"name":"Morning Colors","trackName":"Morning Colors","artistName":"Perhacs Linda","albumName":"Parallelograms","duration":274.693333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Fog is catching in cold round drops\nAnd from the rail of his terrace\nDripping\nSome to fall, and some to blink\nIn colors of neon from the signs\nAll along his street\n\nHis stairs are wood, and old\nAnd they creak\nThey complain when I come\nAnd they talk when I go\nBut I'm quiet if I try\nAnd I don't stay too long\nAnd I go before the morning\nAnd the dripping of the fog\nIs gone\n\nSometimes I wonder\nShould I wake him to see\nAll those bright bubble drops\nIn the still slickened streets\nSometimes I wonder\nHas he ever really seen them?\n\nSometimes I wonder\nHas he ever really seen me\nIt's so warm and still\nFresh coffee and oranges\nSoon almond cakes\nHe'll sleep till they're done\nThere hasn't been a sound\nOut 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In the still slickened streets\n  Sometimes I wonder\n  Has he ever really seen them?\n\n  Sometimes I wonder\n  Has he ever really seen me\n  It's so warm and still\n  Fresh coffee and oranges\n  Soon almond cakes\n  He'll sleep till they're done\n  There hasn't been a sound\n  Out from under those signs\n  Haven't heard a single footstep\n  That is rushing to be on time\n\n  Colors that are dripping\n  Help to make up for his silence\n  I think of you in green\n  I remember he once told me\n  But when I go\n  As I always must do\n  The color in his day will be\n  Clear... and... blue\n"},{"id":21381073,"name":"Morning Colors (Album Version)","trackName":"Morning Colors (Album Version)","artistName":"Linda Perhacs","albumName":"Parallelograms","duration":274.546939,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Fog is catching in cold round drops\nAnd from the rail of his terrace\nDripping\nSome to fall, and some to blink\nIn colors of neon from the signs\nAll along his 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