| Got my eyes on a computer screen
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| Tryna work my digits in
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| I fidget with my lettering
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| But never with my sentences
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| I pause and check the clock and it appears it’s 6am again
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| Another, night wasted
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| Or, another day finished
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| And my mind is steady running in place
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| I don’t wanna fall asleep 'cause I got so much to say
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| But I don’t wanna stay awake and keep exhaustion at bay
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| Because I’m presently just dead inside the bed where I lay
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| I might just well work now
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| Maybe it could suffice
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| As more a method of confusion than it did bid a life
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| It’s like my body parts are planning out an intricate heist
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| Except my mind has been logged in on a different device
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| And my session expired
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| I’m exceptionally tired
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| Every step is like fire straight from my head to my toes
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| See I’m an excellent liar when I have slept the required
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| Eight or seven hours prior
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| But in present Imma go the fuck to sleep and uh
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| Get some goodnight’s rest. |
| That sounds like a good plan. |
| Well, goodnight.
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| (Alarm sound) Oh it’s morning already? |
| Alright fine.
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| Okay rise and shine
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| Hello to the ladybugs
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| Insert several other stupid phrases about waking up
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| Rub the sleep out of my eyes and view the clock that hangs above
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| And hit the snooze a couple times to keep my hours 8 or plus
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| Check my phone once, twice, three times, four
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| Just so I can see the second I messaged my mon amour
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| For a day to her small excursions straight to a donut store
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| Where I’m holdin' an open door to convey that I’m spoken for
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| And it’s great, it’s a total score
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| A wonderful set of things, that exist
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| In my present bubble of love
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| Where the petals sing
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| As they’re bloomin' on every flower
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| Movin' to better things
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| Engulfed in a heavy shower
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| Of rain that the weather brings
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| And, even though my days might be presented slow
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| They pass before my eyes at higher rates than even engines go
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| And the cycle will repeat itself like history and Reddit posts
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| So what’s the point in fighting? |
| I’m staying up and letting go |