Portugal. The Man - Mornings Lyrics
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Mornings
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What Are The Lyrics For Mornings By Portugal. The Man?
Mornings go best with the sunrise,
The sunrise I used to see But will never see now, Even if I was waiting, we would just build it all up, We'd look around until we find, we find The people found the mountain, Climbed up from that hole in the ground Through the cracks in the sky And threatened to fall, Still I don't believe, no I don't believe. And we'll be just fine, and we'll be just fine. The future was born with the sunrise, The sunrise that builds into days and even more years. And as it rolls burning, Burning up like the trails (of the comets pulled tails) We'd look around until we find, we find The people found the mountain, Climbed up from that hole in the ground Through the cracks in the sky And threatened to fall, Still I don't believe, I don't believe. And we'll be just fine, and we'll be just fine. As the sun it rose up from the belly of sea, Found his bedding of clouds where it hung for years, Still I don't believe. While colors rained and poured from the cotton bound Pools and the drips, The drips stained us all, painted us all, Still I don't believe. The people found the mountain, Climbed up from that hole in the ground Through the cracks in the sky. Still I don't believe, I don't believe. The people found the mountain, Climbed up from that hole in the ground Through the cracks in the sky. And I don't believe, I don't believe. And we'll be just fine, we'll be just fine. We'll be just fine, I don't believe. No, I don't believe. No, I don't believe. |
Who Wrote Mornings By Portugal. The Man?
John Baldwin Gourley
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What's The Duration Of The Mornings By Portugal. The Man?The duration of Mornings is 4:39 minutes and seconds. |
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