| Wake up
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| Days turn to weeks and the weeks to months
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| Starting to feel like I’ve had enough
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| It’s starting to all feel the same
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| Wake up
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| Fires burned out when the morning comes
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| Embers to ashes and dust to dust
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| When I feel it slipping away
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| I hear it rising, rising with the sun
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| My hands are a choir and my heart is a drum
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| Beating desire, every day is a song
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| So sing out
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| Like a bell in the night, let it ring out
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| The air in my lungs becomes a shout
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| With every breath that I take
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| Whoa, whoa
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| Whoa, whoa
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| And breathe in
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| This very second is a chance to begin
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| Every moment’s a reason to live
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| Reason for living today
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| I hear it rising, rising with the sun
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| My hands are a choir and my heart is a drum
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| Beating desire, every day is a song
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| Whoa, whoa
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| Whoa, whoa
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| Whoa, whoa
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| Whoa, whoa |