Lyrics
The
morning
paper
is
on
its
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
The
red
apple
falls
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