| It’s half past 4 and I’ve just got out of bed
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| It got wild last night and now it’s burning through my head
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| I woke up fully dressed with my make up still on
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| Trying to remember what the hell I’ve done
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| This major anxiety came creeping cross my chest
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| It takes away my energy and leaving me depressed
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| The price keeps getting higher and the consequences too
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| And my imagination is running out of things to do
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| I’ll shape it up
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| I’ll start freshin the morning
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| I won’t screw up
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| I’ve got my last warning
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| Tomorrow is a bran' new day
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| And everything will be ok
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| I’ll straighten out
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| I will get it together
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| There’s not doubts
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| I’ve been under the weather
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| Tomorrow’s got bran' new sound
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| And everything will turn around
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| I guess, I think I know
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| I don’t wanna feel this low
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| That long lost love’s been an illusion all along
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| They say what doesn’t kill you is suppose to make you strong
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| But I’ve been on the edge and I’ve been falling down the hill
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| And picking up speed feels like time stands still
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| I’m drained of inspiration and I’m running out of fuel
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| I’ve had this conversation since I graduated school
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| I’ve been told I’m just a dreamer with unrealistic goals
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| That I can’t face reality cause I ain’t got the balls
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| I will be good, I’ll start tomorrow
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| Just like it should, there’ll be no sorrow
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| I will be fucking amazing and I’ll do it with class |