People die and people live,people lie and people give.But I don’t care, when I’ve got air,and I can breathe through your hair,In the morning, in the morningEverything is fine in the morning, in the morning.People die and people live,people lie and people give.But I don’t care, when I’ve got air,and I can breathe through your hair,In the morning, in the morningEverything is fine in the morning, in the morning.