| We rise up late again
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| The mornings when the truth really seeps in
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| We’re all just trying to get by
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| Rushing to our 9 to 5s
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| We’re living at the top of the night
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| Feet up against the window as we take a drive
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| Staring up at stars, I’m losing sense of the time
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| Not worried about the morning light
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| Starting to see the morning light
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| Fall to sleep, hold on to something sweet
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| It’s the only place where you can hide
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| From your own conscious mind
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| The gaslight is on again
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| Scrap the bottom of my purse to try and fill it
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| And I know that I’ll be alright
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| If I can just make it to my 9 to 5
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| All your friends tell you that you’ll be fine
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| You’re strong and they’re not worried, it’s a matter of time
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| But I’m worried about myself
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| And I’m worried about my mental health
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| Fall to sleep, hold on to something sweet
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| It’s the only place where you can hide
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| From your own conscious mind
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| The hardest part is getting out
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| Of the traps we set ourselves
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| When courage is a gamble and the future is a bet
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| I got too much down on who I was
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| And not enough on who I am |