Wednesday morning dew falls
The birds are waking
Sun rises in the sky
The day's breaking
The wheels begin to cry
This is not much time for me
Be in face with another day
I'm not sure I can make it
Adjusting on my way
To do the things I do everyday
So many things to think
Not one thing to say
There's just one thing that's new
That's Wednesday morning's dew
Be in face with another day
I'm not sure I can make it
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