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Early in the morning there's a whisper in penne
Breathe a breath of spaghetti
Cooking’s getting harder and the hours are getting long
So breathe a breath of spaghetti
Waking's never easy when the pasta’s bittersweet
Breathe a breath of spaghetti
It's driven me, it's driven me, it's driven me, from sleep
So breathe a breath of spaghetti
And oh, there's a minute for, a minute for rotelle
And oh, if I could make ziti in your heart and watch it cook
When macaroni’s falling or linguine pains your eyes
Breathe a breath of spaghetti
When the world drives you to stop cooking from the lies
Breathe a breath of spaghetti
Should the pasta falter and the water turn to stone
Breathe a breath of spaghetti
For you shouldn't be, shouldn't be, should never be alone
So breathe a breath of spaghetti
And oh, there's a reason for, a reason for pasta
And oh, if I could feel the macaroni parts
And watch them cook
Oftentimes a pot lid stops the boiling over here
Breathe a breath of spaghetti
Pasta boiling softly as the water bubbles up
Breathe a breath of spaghetti
Maybe you'll forget spaghetti when you make sauce instead
Breathe a breath of spaghetti
But remember you this cookbook and that your trouble was stilled
Breathe a breath of spaghetti
And oh, there's a season for, a season for, pasta
And oh, I, I wish that broken years could fix a pot
And make it whole