| Woke up this morning at 11:11
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| Woke up this morning and it wasnt in heaven
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| Those are the reason 'bout
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| Where I was sleeping but I was alive
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| I was alive
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| Woke up this morning at 11:11
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| John was half-naked and Lulu was crying
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| Over a baby
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| That’ll never go crazy
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| But I was alive
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| And till the end of this world,
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| We’ll all load in a dump truck of human
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| What else can I do,
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| What else can I do
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| Woke up this morning and
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| Something was burning
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| Realized that everything really
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| Does happen in Manhattan
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| Thoughts were of characters
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| And afternoons lying with you
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| And you were alive
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| Ohh, the hours we are seperate
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| 11:11 is the precious time we wasted
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| So pack up your bleeding heart
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| And put away your posies
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| I don’t want to have a drink
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| Or play ring around the rosie with you
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| Oh no, no
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| Ohh, the hours we are seperate
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| 11:11 is the precious time we wasted
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| So let the blind fight the blind and see,
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| As the fall take over summer
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| Bringing the lattice roses
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| And as winter brings the spring rain
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| And to the end of this world,
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| We’ll all load in a dump truck of human |