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Morning came with such a jolt |
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That I forgot my soul at home |
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This pick-me-up, stale coffee cup |
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Is filling up my insides, though |
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And here I sit on subway stains |
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With blue pin stripe corporate charades |
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Outside I'm sure it's magical |
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But today I've got to get paid |
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Little birds over the South Pacific sea |
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Falling from the sky in perfect symmetry |
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Well, there goes each and every one of my dreams |
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Shattered images of who I'll never be |
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What is summer without sunshine? |
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Who likes dancing on a straight line? |
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When all these colors fade into mine |
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Tell me, am I black and blue? |
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It's comforting to know the day begins |
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And it will surely end |
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Tucked between these filthy sheets |
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Where nightmares start |
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Where sweet dreams end |
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Caught in a kaleidoscope |
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Of timely orchestrated screams |
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Filling space with barren thoughts |
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Motionless antipathy |
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Little birds over the South Pacific sea |
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Falling from the sky in perfect symmetry |
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Well, there goes each and every one of my dreams |
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Shattered images of who I'll never be |
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It's like ****ing without kissing |
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Or never knowing what you're missing |
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And you're finally confessing |
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That you'll never stand a chance |
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Seeing Venice through a TV |
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Or thinking beautiful means pretty |
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When all these colors blend completely |
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Tell me, can you even see me? |