| Coffee in the morning
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| And wine in the evening
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| And everything else is boring, boring
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| You are a nothing
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| But all I can think of is you
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| The sun could be shining,
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| But all I can see is a black and blue
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| Bruises, bruises, bruises, bruises
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| At the moment,
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| I talked all my way out of that
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| But heavy with feeling,
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| I know that I weigh extra fat
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| Was trying to be sleeping
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| And these always thoughts came to me Was something that took to get me out bed, misery
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| Make your? |
| ? |
| flitter/glitter?? |
| , all right
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| Make it bitter, all right
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| Make it better,
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| Make me better
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| So shook-ed with feeling
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| I drift back to it easily
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| How did you do it Make more out of nothing of me Bruises, bruises, bruises, bruises
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| And when you start counting
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| Theres too much to count
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| And its all right? |
| ? |
| petition/by tisha??
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| And what did we do by the way?
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| I know its a warning
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| But all I can think of is coffee in the morning
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| Wine in the evening
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| And everything else is a black or boring bruise, bruise
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| Make it better, all right
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| Make it better, all right
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| Make me better
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| Make me better, all right |