| The alarm clock rings…
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| I feel so weak
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| And the sunlight shining in my eyes it makes it hard to sleep
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| The rooms are cold
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| Smell like piss and blood
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| Everyday I wake I feel I’m knee deep in the flood
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| Spending days passing through and moving on
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| Never realizing what I’ve had until it’s gone
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| And now my eyes are open wide…
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| I can’t go on
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| Singing the same old songs that I have always sung
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| About life and loss and the places I belong
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| Singing the same old songs that I have always sung
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| Hoping the melodies will carry me home…
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| The alarm clock rings…
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| The floor is cold, before my eyes are open I’m falling out the door
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| The wind is fierce
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| It chaps and burns my eyes
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| It all sounds well and fine just f*cking try it on for size!
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| Day in day out
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| The hammers fall
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| It’s all in due time that they come to crush us all
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| And now my eyes are open wide…
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| I can’t go on
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| Singing the same old songs that I have always sung
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| About life and loss and the places I belong
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| Singing the same old songs that I have always sung
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| Hoping the melodies will carry me home
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| Follow this path until it fails
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| Carry my life on fingernails
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| I will sing until my throat goes numb
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| Be the chance you’ll never take
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| When it stares you in the face
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| I will sing while I’m still young!
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| I will sing while I’m still young… |