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Ze boker atzbani
ani mechake sheya'avor hakol muli
Ani vehamchonit sheli
tku'im betoch hapkak ha'en sofi
Ir bli hafsaka medina behamtana
Miad hapirsomot achar kach lech teda
Shemesh boker mesanveret
venoetzet betochi shiney zahav
Harey hachadashot hayeshanot
otan srefot oto sharav
Otam shirey moledet vediburim al milchama
Ein shalom af pa'am lo haya
Boker tov lashladim ba'aronot
lashedim bakufsaot
Lo nikach lalev velareot
Boker tov layoshvim al mizvadot
lanoflim bein lakisot
Tamid hachi kashe ze lachkot
Stikerim vesismaot omrim li eich uma liknot
Ktovot al hakirot omrot li
al ma lamut al ma lichyot
One letelefonim umakshiv lahodaot
Nimas li lechkot ulechkot
Boker tov lashladim ba'aronot………..
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It is a nervous morning I am waiting to see it all passing in front
of my eyes
My car and I are stuck in the never ending traffic gem
A city that never stops a country is waiting
We listen to the adds and then who knows
The morning sun is in my eyes digging into me with golden teeth
It is the same old news the same fires and hot wave
The same good old country songs and talks of war
There is no peace there was never one
Good morning to the skeletons in the cupboards to the demons in the
boxes
We will take it to heart or to our lungs
Good morning to those who sit on the suitcases to those who fall between
the chairs
The most difficult thing is the waiting
Stickers and slogans tell ma how and what to buy
The writing on the walls tell me what to die for and what to live for
I answer the phone and listen to the messages
I am sick and tiered of waiting and waiting
Good morning………
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