| It ain’t easy tryna wake up in the morning
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| When you know that this day
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| Ain’t gonna be no different than your last day
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| It’s gonna be like every single other day
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| Alarm clock talkin' 'bout err-err-err-err-err-err-err-err
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| Yo, a man of cheap taste wearing bottom shelf clothing
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| Whose optimism’s dying and it’s got him self-loathing
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| Monotonous routine, numbness and repetition
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| Forgotten all his dreams and he’s void of ambition, with a
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| Empty glare, sittin' on a chair
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| Richie Sambora, livin' on a prayer
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| Eyes try to focus, only can muster a blank stare
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| Here his lif’s lost all its luster, it ain’t fair
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| Physically present but mntally who’s there?
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| Ate the French onion but skipped the Gruyère
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| Cheese stay on top, no one up there willin' to share
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| Tryna get the cream, can’t even fill an eclair
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| Used to live his life now his life’s livin' him
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| Now he’s finding out what it’s like giving in, and he
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| Numbs the pain with the internet and TV
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| Alarm clock rings, waking up isn’t easy
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| It ain’t easy tryna wake up in the morning
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| When you know that this day
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| Ain’t gonna be no different than your last day
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| It’s gonna be like every single other day
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| Alarm clock talkin' 'bout err-err-err-err-err-err-err-err
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| It ain’t easy tryna wake up in the morning
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| When you know that this day
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| Ain’t gonna be no different than your last day
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| It’s gonna be like every single other day
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| Alarm clock talkin' 'bout err-err-err-err-err-err-err-err
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| What’s the point of livin' the dream if you’re never gonna wake up?
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| A blemish you can’t cover with makeup
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| Tryna get his cake up but he can’t ahead
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| Said things’ll never shake up so I’ll dance when I’m dead
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| Always in the red, seems to never crawl out
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| Forever suppressin' his inner intention to ball out
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| Thought of going nuclear, couldn’t take the fallout
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| Never been clutch, he’s more prone to stall out
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| Feelin' like an old stick shift
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| Only escape is a thick spliff and a sick riff
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| Laid on his guitar in his garage alone
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| Adjust the presets to get the proper tone
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| Turn it up so loud the shit could start a rockslide
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| Gas powered amp for the carbon monoxide
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| Plays himself to sleep with the fumes of the Peavey
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| Alarm clock rings, waking up isn’t easy
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| It ain’t easy tryna wake up in the morning
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| When you know that this day
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| Ain’t gonna be no different than your last day
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| It’s gonna be like every single other day
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| Alarm clock talkin' 'bout err-err-err-err-err-err-err-err
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| It ain’t easy tryna wake up in the morning
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| When you know that this day
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| Ain’t gonna be no different than your last day
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| It’s gonna be like every single other day
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| Alarm clock talkin' 'bout err-err-err-err-err-err-err-err |