| This is not the first time
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| I’m upright in my bed all through the night
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| The pale moon is shining bright
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| Revealing all the cracks between the tiles
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| The cold white kitchen floor
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| Summons me to lie down
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| This fever leaving my pores
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| Is leading me astray now
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| Take all of your vitamins and
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| Wash your hands or just begin by
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| Leaving some of the little things you hate to love
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| I’m noticing the irony is oh so sickening
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| Cause when a healthy dose of life is kicking in
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| I am stranded on the floor in the glistening light
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| This is not the first time
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| The dawn is making me curse morning light
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| My cold white fingers form
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| To weak a grip to reach and close the blinds
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| Take all of your vitamins and
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| Wash your hands or just begin by
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| Leaving some of the little things you hate to love
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| I’m noticing the irony is oh so sickening
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| Cause when a healthy dose of life is kicking in
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| I am stranded on the floor in the glistening light
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| Will I help myself by obeying my cells?
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| When it’s all thieves and murderers
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| It’s all just thieves and murderers
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| Will I help myself by obeying my cells?
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| When it’s all thieves and murderers
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| It’s all just thieves and murderers
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| Will I help myself by obeying my cells?
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| When it’s all thieves and murderers
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| I won’t be waiting for help
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| I won’t be waiting for help
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| I won’t be waiting for help
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| I won’t be waiting for help
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| No |