You wake up in the morning and clear your head
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You sometimes think you'd be better off dead
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You drive to work in a beat up car
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You know where you're going
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But you don't know where you are
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You might think
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You could be happy someday
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But you don't know how
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To look the other way...
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What do you see?
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When the sun don't shine
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And you cannot find your way
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What do you see?
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When the rain falls down
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Onto the ground each day
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You work a crap job, you don't know why
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You follow your orders, you never blink an eye
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You listen to them scream and you listen to them yell
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You watch them create your own little private hell
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Well, you might think
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You could be happy someday
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But you don't know how
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To look the other way...
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What do you see?
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When the sun don't shine
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And you cannot find your way
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What do you see?
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When the rain falls down
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Onto the ground each day
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You go to bed but you cannot sleep
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You wonder how you're gonna make it through the week, yeah
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You finally doze off, you fall into a dream
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You are the puppet who wants to cut it's strings
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What do you see?
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When the sun don't shine and you cannot find your way
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What do you see?
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When the rain falls down onto the ground each day
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What Do You See?
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Dexter Freebish |