| In the weekends, I get up
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| In the morning, I belong to you the more that I came
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| When emotions get old
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| And how can you imagine a life without strain?
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| I get up high
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| I get up high
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| When the morning comes to light and they’re all wasted, yeah
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| When the morning comes to light and they’re all wasted
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| Ooh
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| In the weekends, I stay home
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| It’s not hard to break when you long something, but it’s easier to fail
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| When emotions get old
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| And the more you long for it, the more you care
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| I get up high
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| I get up high, yeah
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| I get up high
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| When the morning comes to light and they’re all wasted, yeah
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| When the morning comes to light and they’re all wasted, yeah
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| When the morning comes to light and they’re all wasted, yeah
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| When the morning comes to light and they’re all wasted
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| Yeah, there are other ways to the way now
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| Yeah, there are other ways to the way now
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| Yeah, there are other ways to the way now
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| Yeah, there are other ways to the way now
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| Ooh
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| Yeah, there are other ways to the way now |