| It’s just waking up
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| At eleven o’clock in the morning
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| It’s every bill piled underneath
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| A compact disc bought ironically
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| It’s that sinking feeling
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| The constant uncertainty
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| Burnt out eyes and wonder-whys
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| Apathy and «dead inside»
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| I’m just trying to explain
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| Why nothing feels that good to me
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| Can’t escape the way I feel
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| Why do I keep
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| Running away when life gets real?
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| What’s wrong with me?
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| It’s just waking up
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| At three in the afternoon
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| Short on time and short on rent
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| Haunted by your future death
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| It’s the constant nausea
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| The «never good enough»
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| It’s staying up all fucking night
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| To watch bad sitcoms that you don’t like
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| I’m just trying to explain
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| Why nothing feels that good to me
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| Can’t escape the way I feel
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| Why do I keep
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| Running away when life gets real?
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| What’s wrong with me?
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| I’ll always be unsatisfied
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| I’ll always be one step behind
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| Tired lungs exhale, reset the mind
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| It’s when you realize
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| You’ll never get used to it
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| You just have to live with it and get by
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| I’m just trying to explain
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| Why nothing feels that good to me
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| Can’t escape the way I feel
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| Why do I keep
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| Running away when life gets real?
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| What’s wrong with me?
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| Can’t escape the way I feel
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| Why do I keep
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| Running away when life gets real?
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| What’s wrong with me? |