| Well it’s morning, but there’s nothing good about it
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| Better hope that you don’t cross my path
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| Well it’s morning and I don’t want to be up
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| and I certainly don’t want to be here
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| Another week, another day
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| It’s all the same
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| I have done this 100 times before
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| Every time you’ve been there
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| smiling away, far too happy.
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| You better watch, you’re on my list
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| keep this up and you’ll be top
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| You know I think you better stop
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| You don’t wanna be the top of my list
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| Incase I crack, can’t take it no more
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| You don’t wanna be the top of my list
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| For the day when I lose it all
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| Another cheap remark at me, one more time
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| You just can’t push me like that
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| Everyone has a limit, you don’t wanna reach mine
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| I’ll turn your day into night, won’t be pretty
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| Don’t push me now
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| You may send me over the edge
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| You’ll see me in my trench coat
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| and you better hope
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| You’re not top of my list
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| when I lose the plot
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| crack up in a shot
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| and take you all out |