I woke up on the floor, next to the door, with nothing to say
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It was the same feeling that I had yesterday
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I didn't feel like doing anything but runnin away
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It was the same feeling that I had yesterday
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I'm feelin down, down, deeper down am I here to stay
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This is the same damn feeling that I had yesterday
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Don't wanna do nothing today
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Except maybe parte
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My spirits not broken cuz I'm taken every second away
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It is the same damn thing that I did yesterday
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I light a little fire then I'm higher than the Milky Way
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It is the same damn thing that I did yesterday
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Just wanna lie here right near the music I play
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It is the same damn thing that I did yesterday
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I'm a crazy guy with a flare for the flamboyant
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Fabulous figured, fake-breasted females
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A crazy guy with a flare for the flamboyant
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Fake-nosed and fake-nailed
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No one seems to understand me now
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that's why I wake up every morning March, April, and May
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With this crazy feeling that I never will change
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I'm sick of fakin it and takin shit from everybody
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But there's this same damn feeling that I never can change...
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