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- cifra   
 
   Morning light shines in your bedroom 
 It calls me in to your arms 
 For a single moment I have peace 
 The quiet hours passing by 
    It's not what I want 
 It's what I need   
 The quiet hours fall to pieces 
 Heaven isn't where you thought 
 The dream is dying, fading fast now 
 The quiet hours gone at last   
 It's not what I want 
 It's what I need