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Here I am again perfect timing,The strings are ringing and the words are rhymingI used to hate the fool in me, but only in the morningNow I tolerate him all day longOut on the highway, I hear the moaningThat low and lonesome whisper,You only know from longing,Through those naked trees at the windows glowing orange,Taking over that cold shoulder racing byI might have known beforeIf I'd got this old before I thought I got too cool to give a damnThat who you see in dreams at night seem to spend their afterlivesTrying hard to live the last one downHere I am again perfect timing,The strings are ringing and the words are rhymingI used to hate the fool in me, but only in the morning,Now I tolerate him all day long From Letras Mania