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SEVEN O'CLOCK

Seven o'clock always seems to come roundĀ 
If it's morning I am awakened by the same soundĀ 
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 thingsĀ 
Unsure and uncertain of what the day bringsĀ 
Twelve hours later it's seven o'clock once more
This time at night that's for certain and sureĀ 

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

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