When I wake up and the sun won't shine
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and I see the bedlam all around me
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I turn over and go back to sleep again
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If I could skip or erase this day
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but it's much to young to feel sorry
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so I'm trying to get on my feet again
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now and then I start talking to myself
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cause I¡¯m ashamed to tell anybody else
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do I really need to ask for someone's help
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to find out
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that I'm alive
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and I can't get myself outta here
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I'm alive
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I'm alive
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Man in the mirror why you're staring at me
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you have to see the same face tomorrow
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do me a favour and get out of my way for today ?
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just today
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It's not the answer but the question that makes life
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a little bearable like dating your ex-wife
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do i really need to back out and to hide
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I decide
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that I'm alive
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and I can't get myself outta here
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I'm alive
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and I do what I have to pull me through my live
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I'm alive
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I tell you one thing, I do need something
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I pool of good luck charmes to bathe in
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I tell you one thing, I do need something
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I pool of good luck charmes to bathe in
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and hope I'm gettin out alive
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When I wake up and the sun won't shine
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and I see the bedlam around me
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I turn over and get back to sleep again
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and again and again
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I'm Alive
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| Sasha |
