| I jump out of bed
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| I pull down the shade
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| I used to have such sweet dreams
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| Now it’s more like an air raid
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| I see the opposition clear
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| Oh, I see them stare
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| (I don’t care) It doesn’t matter to me
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| (I don’t care) I never think about it
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| (I don’t care)
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| Slip out of myself like a shadow
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| And somersault through walls
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| I can’t tell, it’s really so odd
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| Is it spring or fall?
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| Your wine is just sour grapes
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| Pour me a glass anytime I’m not there
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| (I don’t care) It doesn’t matter to me
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| (I don’t care) I never think about it
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| (I don’t…)
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| (Careful, careful) I’m not bitter, I just get so sore
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| (Careful, careful) You know, I need that girl more and more
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| 'Cause when she whispers
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| Oh, in my ear
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| It gets so hard, it gets so hard
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| It gets so hard
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| To get out of bed
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| It’s more than I can do
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| If someone must work today
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| Then let it be you
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| All this confusion
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| It hit me like a dare
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| (I don’t care) It doesn’t matter to me
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| (I don’t care) I never think about it
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| (I don’t care)
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| (I don’t care) It doesn’t matter to me
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| (I don’t care) It never enters my mind
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| (I don’t care) All of it matters to me
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| (I don’t care) Who cares?
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| (I don’t care) |