| I crept from a soft dimension where one of my souls was lighter
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| And landed painfully into my big chance suit
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| But I didn’t really need it to stay awake
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| ‘Cause this is not my day, and nobody really cares
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| Anymore anyhow, and nobody called again
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| ‘Cause they say that I’m too lazy to stay alive
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| Every day, it’s another world
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| And every change of tomorrow
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| Hungover and hungry to fix it
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| A miracle cure for my sorrow with pillows of self-esteem
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| Alone in a satellite dream where I can’t forget about a world
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| Where every beam I choose is shining alone on you
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| Shining alone on you, yeah
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| And every day, it’s another world
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| And every change of tomorrow
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| Hungover and hungry to fix it
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| A miracle cure for my sorrow with pillows of self-esteem
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| Alone in a satellite dream where I can’t forget about a world
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| Where every beam I choose is shining alone on you
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| Shining alone on you, yeah
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| Shining alone on you, yeah
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| Shining alone on you, yeah
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| Shining alone on you |