| Things are gonna change
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| This is the morning after
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| When reality bites
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| The morality kicks in
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| To those damaged limitations
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| This is the morning after
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| All that went before
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| All of the song and laughter
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| The morning after, gets up from the floor
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| To do it all again
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| But things are gonna change
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| This is the morning after
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| My turn to get pushed in the face
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| Feeling right down, resurrecting the clown
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| Yeah I bloody well will
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| You look around for which way to go
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| But where you gonna turn?
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| And when the morning after
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| Pleads to take no more
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| We patch up the last disaster
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| Slower, faster, crawl out through the door
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| And do it all again
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| But things have gotta change
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| This is the morning after
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| You feel shite, the air bites
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| Oh will I ever learn?
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| Your ear’s deaf, your girl’s left
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| Never to return
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| But it’s the morning after
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| All that went before
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| And now you paid your debt
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| Get up you wreck, and crawl out through the door
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| Oh, love will return
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| This is the morning after
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| You will learn
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| The barrier we cross
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| Is somewhere between Heaven and Hell
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| Ah, but the world will never change
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| So we must dig inside, and crawl outside ourselves
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| I will, I bloody well will
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| Things are gonna change
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| Things are gonna change
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| This is the morning after
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| I will, I bloody well will
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| Things are gonna change |