Before You've Brushed Your Teeth
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Mark Heathcote
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I love the morning sun...
That shade before the sun comes up
When you suck your gums before you've brushed.
I love it, when your mood, is still slightly, moody...
When the sun is still hidden in a cloud.
When the thunder comes raining down
That's when I'm waiting for the rainbows climb
And your love to strike me down.
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