| You’re deep just like a chasm
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| You’ve no, enthusiasm
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| You’re tired and uninspired
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| You’re blase
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| Your day is one of leisure
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| In which you search for pleasure
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| You’re bored when you’re adored
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| You’re blase
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| While reaching for the moon
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| And the stars up in the sky
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| The simple things of normal life
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| Are slowly passing by
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| You sleep, the sun is shining
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| You wake, its time for dining
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| There’s nothing new for you to do
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| You’re blase
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| While reaching for the moon
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| And the stars up in the sky
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| The simple things of normal life
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| Are slowly passing by
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| You sleep, the sun is shining
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| You wake, its time for dining
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| There’s nothing new for you to do
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| You’re blase
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| Blase |