| I had to wake up my head first
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| my body had a few more minutes
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| and my throat was dying of thirst
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| of course I should have known the morning would be this way
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| but there was no use ignoring
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| the rest of the day
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| Since people are dying in almost every possible place
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| I’d rather not leave the bed here with you
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| since there’s a dead black cat scattered on my street
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| I’d rather stay here
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| under the sheets
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| There was a parade outside the window with no cars
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| just dead cats being pulled
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| by horses with blinds over their eyes
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| I’m sure we could see ourselves rolling in the cats
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| when the carts moved back and forth
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| hitting the holes in the street |