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Woke up it was a Chelsea morning
And the first thing that I heard
Was the song outside my window
And the traffic wrote the words
It came ringing up like Christmas belles
Like wrapping up like pipes and drums
Wonґt you stay weґll put on the day
And weґll wear it till the night comes
Woke up it was a Chelsea morning
And the first thing that I saw
Was the sun through yellow curtains