This Old Morning Tra

Her Space Holiday - The Boys And Girls
LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
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I start each day out the same.
Stretching out my panda arms
reaching for a guitar to play
but now my best friend’s at my feet.
I can tell by her tiny cries.
Its time for us to eat we shuffle to that old wood stove.
I put on a pot of tea and fill up both her bowls
since we have no place to go
we bow our sleepy heads and clap along to the radio
it goes tra la la la la la la ...
my brother lives on 14th and church
his hands hold so much joy his heart is filled with so much hurt
he fell in love with a girl from the sea
she calmed his racing mind
and held him until he fell asleep
through the years we’ve both seen our fair share of change
we’ve had some victories
but mostly we just made mistakes
he’s got this piano tune
he made even thou