| You wake up in the morning and clear your head
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| You sometimes think you’d be better off dead
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| You drive to work in a beat up car
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| You know where you’re going but you don’t know where you are
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| You might think you could be happy someday
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| But you don’t know how to look the other way…
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| What do you see
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| When the sun don’t shine and you cannot find your way
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| What do you see
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| When the rain falls down onto the ground each day
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| You work a crap job, you don’t know why
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| You follow your orders, you never blink an eye
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| You listen to them scream and you listen to them yell
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| You watch them create your own little private hell
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| You might think you could be happy someday
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| But you don’t know how to look the other way
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| What do you see
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| When the sun don’t shine and you cannot find your way
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| What do you see
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| When the rain falls down onto the ground each day
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| You go to bed, but you cannot sleep
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| You wonder how you’re gonna make it through the week
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| You finally doze off, you fall into a dream
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| You are the puppet who wants to cut its strings
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| What do you see
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| When the sun don’t shine and you cannot find your way
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| What do you see
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| When the rain falls down onto the ground each day |