| I grew to hate the morning light
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| Prefer it dimly lit
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| Make believe I see the trees
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| Through all the shit
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| The world through blurry eyes
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| What better place to leave
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| Up and at 'em speaks the voice
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| Of what could be
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| Another day begins
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| Do I sink or do I swim
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| In this pool of misty water
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| You left me in
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| Faith holds out a hand to say
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| Tomorrow could be greater than today
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| You’ve just got to hope
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| The wind will change
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| Such youth is wasted
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| On the young
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| We reach a higher state
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| Then turn into all the things
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| We’re meant to hate
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| Another day begins
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| Do I frown or do I grin
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| At this pool of misty water
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| You left me in
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| Hope holds out a hand to say
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| Tomorrow could be greater than today
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| You’ve just got to pray
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| The wind will change
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| Faith holds out a hand to say
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| Tomorrow could be greater than today
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| You’ve just got to hope
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| The wind will change
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| Another day
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| Another life
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| Of better things to be
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| As this pool
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| Of misty water
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| Swallows me
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| In this pool of misty water
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| You left me in |