| another day to live
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| another way to go
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| nobody’s in this room
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| nobody’s here for now
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| wakeup early, i know it’s too late
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| to leave with the parade
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| look at my feet moving slowly
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| i’m afraid it’s over
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| naked, a bit sleepy
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| in my single room
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| i open the door
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| and call up, call up the lift
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| i wish i was in the parade
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| sometimes i feel my skin
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| sometimes i hear of rest
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| please try to be friendly
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| but i’m too old inside
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| i’m so gelous but try to be
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| an ordinary girl
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| i’d like to talk but you know i hate
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| ordinary words
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| naked, a bit sleepy
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| in my single room
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| i open the door
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| and call up, call up the lift
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| i wish i was in the parade |