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I fought tooth and nail through the billows grey To some deeper pit of my converging self A humid locker where I pile my guilt And where I often pluck the first lines for myself I fought tooth and nail for the right I had just to be myself and she Well she empties out upon this caricature's smiling brow But deep in the morning I'm taut and rough Here in the morning I'm fine enough Ra Ra Ra etcetera I sing it Deep in the morning I lash back the curtains fold Take in the few sure truths I hold Though sorrow came and root got choked Green thing dead now dead thing grows Though deep in the morning I'm taut and rough Here in the morning I'm fine enough Ra Ra Ra Etcetera Muttered softly coffee mantra Pretty close call though I've seen closer were the words that no one said at all When the Lord went up to Lazarus' tomb for an encore to his swan song Maybe then a chatter and a conversation after With a joke and then a laughter about a curtain call Maybe then the matter was the death that came thereafter And the point was that the result hadn't changed at all Deep in the morning I sift through my clearest thoughts Separate haves out from have-not's Wager out those decent shots The math is always slap-dashed Deep in the morning I'm taut and rough Here in the morning I'm well enough Ra Ra Ra Etcetera Nothing more than a tune to hang on Deep in the morning I lash back them curtains fold Take in the few sure things I know Like nothing ever seems to go the way I meant And etc. Deep in the morning I'm taut and rough Here in the morning like Lazarus Ra ra ra etcetera Marching on to the tune of what now