| Wake up like a quarter to twelve
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| Hoping that today I’ll be someone else
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| So dumb how I talk to myself
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| This is hell on earth but I can turn it into heaven
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| What makes me mad
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| All of the lost time
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| Only left here to realize
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| What makes me mad
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| Can’t open up my eyes
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| Just when I think it’s over
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| Just when I think I’ve lost my mind
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| I’m in field of clovers
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| I’m running forward back to life
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| Went a little crazy yesterday
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| Everybody saw, but it’s okay
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| Swimming in a river of my feels
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| Looking in the mirror, like what’s the deal
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| Now, now, no matter what the doctor’s offered me
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| Gonna shake that dark cloud off of me
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| Finally know how fast I gotta run
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| Now I’mma move for my kingdom come
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| Always on the move for a rainy day
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| Needed to change
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| Just when I think it’s over
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| Just when I think I’ve lost my mind
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| I’m in field of clovers
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| I’m running forward back to life
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| Sitting, pretty, steady, picking clovers
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| Finally I feel I’m getting closure
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| Sitting, pretty, steady, picking clovers
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| Finally I feel I’m getting closure
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| Just when I think it’s over
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| Just when I think I’ve lost my mind
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| I’m in field of clovers
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| I’m running forward back to life
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| Sitting, pretty, steady, picking clovers
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| Finally I feel I’m getting closure
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| Sitting, pretty, steady, picking clovers
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| Finally I feel I’m getting closure |