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It's half past 4 and I've just got out of bed |
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It got wild last night and now it's burning through my head |
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I woke up fully dressed with my make up still on |
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Trying to remember what the hell I've done |
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This major anxiety came creeping cross my chest |
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It takes away my energy and leaving me depressed |
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The price keeps getting higher and the consequences too |
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And my imagination is running out of things to do |
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I'll shape it up |
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I'll start freshin the morning |
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I won't screw up |
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I've got my last warning |
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Tomorrow is a bran' new day |
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And everything will be ok |
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I'll straighten out |
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I will get it together |
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There's not doubts |
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I've been under the weather |
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Tomorrow's got bran' new sound |
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And everything will turn around |
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I guess, I think I know |
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I don't wanna feel this low |
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That long lost love's been an illusion all along |
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They say what doesn't kill you is suppose to make you strong |
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But I've been on the edge and I've been falling down the hill |
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And picking up speed feels like time stands still |
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I'm drained of inspiration and I'm running out of fuel |
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I've had this conversation since I graduated school |
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I've been told I'm just a dreamer with unrealistic goals |
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That I can't face reality cause I ain't got the balls |
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I will be good, I'll start tomorrow |
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Just like it should, there'll be no sorrow |
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I will be ****ing amazing and I'll do it with class |
