| I woke today, felt another way
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| Everything was gonna be fine
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| My head rose up then my legs came too
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| Quarter past nine was the time
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| I used to lose floating memories, found myself
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| Wishing I’d remember old times
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| But I woke today
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| Felt another way
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| Felt free in the sky to fly
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| I stepped out the door, didn’t know what for
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| I saw my lady walking along
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| I could have cried out what I wanted to say
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| But I am sick of all this terrible charm
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| I used to be into apologies, a regular to shame I
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| Was shy
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| But I woke today
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| Felt another way
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| Felt free in the sky to fly
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| Well I’m through the gate, got to my house about
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| A quarter to eight
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| And I made a drink, got about an hour to relax and
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| Just think
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| I’m just bored, nothing’s ever gonna be the same
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| Anymore
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| And with my drink in hand I got up to stand and I
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| Was off to a regular day
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| The morning dragged on, I was walking along
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| Missing pieces fell to the ground
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| Apparently, I could not see
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| But I saw everything going down
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| So I packed my bags and I was on my way
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| I feel a little different in a different way
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| But like I said when I got out of bed, I was off to a
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| Regular day
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| I could not hide, I wore my pride
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| It felt good to be on the run
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| The air quality was something new to me and I got
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| Along fine with the sun
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| And when I rest my heard and I lay down to bed
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| I put the pieces down with the blame
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| And if all goes well, at the morning bell
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| I’ll wake feeling free just the same
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| Well I’m through the gate, got to my house about
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| A quarter to eight
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| And I made a drink, got about an hour to relax and
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| Just think
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| I’m just bored, nothing’s ever gonna be the same
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| Anymore
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| And with my drink in hand I got up to stand and I
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| Was off to a regular day |