| Tripping over the same mistakes
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| I’m getting older by the second, each day
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| The lines are clearer all over my face
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| It’s all bundled up, can’t think what to say
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| A cup of coffee doesn’t cut it, well it’s just no use
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| I need my something that could get me through this Sunday news
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| Waking up, pouring apple juice
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| Sickly sweet, putting me in the mood
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| Far too early to think about fruit
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| Waking up, pouring apple juice
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| (Oh)
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| (Ha ha ha)
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| Combing my hair, can’t get it how I want
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| Can’t brush my teeth because the toothpaste’s all gone
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| Look in the mirror, think about my mistakes
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| But I’m still breathing and today’s a new day
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| Another sofa, just a place I like to rest my head
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| Got used to hitting snooze and crusty eyes and feeling dead
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| Waking up, pouring apple juice
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| Sickly sweet, getting me in the mood
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| Far too early to think about fruit
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| Waking up, pouring apple juice |