/'fju:tʃə/

/'daʊn/

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Berkeley

S: Morningtime in Berkeley
I am waiting for your call
I am wondering when anything will happen

S: Sunday, Sunday morning
I am waiting in your dorm
Scratching lines into the walls like I'm a prisoner of war

M: Morningtime in Berkeley and I walk down Telegraph
And it's empty like a garden hose in wintertime

M: Mellow, yellow morning
In the glory of the sun
Put my headphones in so I don’t have to talk to anyone

S: And if you weren’t you, you’d be Diogenes
And if I weren’t me, I’d be you
And we’d do the things that lovers do
M: What do lovers do?

S: While everyone is sleeping
They will lie awake
They spill all their secrets for secret’s sake

Can you meet me at the wishing well? (Van Morrison)

S: Evening falls in Berkeley
As if an occult hand had had its way
and pulled the blinds down over a memory of the day M: (Yah, but you ruined it...)

M: Soon it will be morning
But first can we lie awake?
How else will we be safe?
S: You left me here all day!
M: But whose sake is at stake?
B: And we will fall asleep like whispers in the dark
Whispers in the dark (Whisper and I’ll hark)

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