| Checking in every morning
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| To the sound of steam and caffeine
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| The sludge in the bottom of the cup
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| Just like the sludge in the stream
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| Slag heap keep growing higher
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| Every morning the sky, it’s on fire
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| And it’s only 9 AM again
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| Is there an upside to every downside?
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| Keep it inside, it’s a downward slide of broken glass
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| Keeps building in piles
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| And I don’t know
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| I don’t know if the sun ever smiles
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| It’s the black sheets of rain
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| Following me again
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| Everywhere I go
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| Everywhere I’ve been
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| Following me again
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| I feel the toxins fill my blood stream as I’m walking through the parking lot
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| Over and over and over and over and over and over
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| The clouds hanging over
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| Choking the life out of me
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| The motto seems to be
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| «We work in order to be free»
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| It’s the black sheets of rain
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| Following me again
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| Everywhere I go
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| Everywhere I’ve been
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| Following me again
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| Over and over and over and over and over and over again
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| Where were you in my hour of need
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| (I never see the sun stop shining)
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| The clouds roll over the sunlight
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| (Someone stopped the sun from shining)
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| And I stand here, ready to bleed
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| (I never see the sun stop shining)
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| A little rain is all we need
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| (Someone stopped the sun from shining)
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| Where will you be in my darkest hour of need?
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| (I never see the sun stop shining)
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| Where will you be in my darkest hour of need?
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| (Someone stopped the sun)
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| Here it comes again |