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SEVEN O'CLOCK

Seven o'clock always seems to come round 
If it's morning I am awakened by the same sound 
The alarm clock tells me that I must wake
Getting ready to start the day for goodness sake

Seven o'clock in the morning means all kinds of things 
Unsure and uncertain of what the day brings 
Twelve hours later it's seven o'clock once more
This time at night that's for certain and sure 

I could still be at work or maybe coming home
Happens worldwide Paris, London or Rome
Seven o'clock whether morning or night 
Always comes round I know that's right

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