| Isn’t there a fun way
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| To play this morning on my own
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| Without the sad parts?
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| Isn’t there a fun way
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| To let a day begin alone
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| Right out of nothing?
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| To start over regardless and stronger
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| Make this day what you want it to be
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| That’s not me
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| I go back, back to bed with a sinking head
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| I return to the start to fill this empty heart
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| To be back another day, just to try a different way
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| Right now I’m back to bed whatever you say
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| Isn’t there a fun way like a «Money, money»
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| With a twist, in different colors?
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| Isn’t there a fun way to wake up
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| And just get out of bed, and still be dreaming?
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| And you smile to the face in the mirror
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| Make this man who you want it to be
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| But that’s not me, of all that’s not me
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| I go back, back to bed with a sinking head
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| I return to the start to fill this empty heart
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| To be back another day, just to try a different way
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| Right now I’m back to bed whatever you say
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| Whatever you say
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| Whatever you say
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| Whatever you, whatever you say
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| Whatever you say |