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My alarm clock starts ringing much to my dismay |
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Go out there and kill em, it's another working day |
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But I just want to go back to sleep, I really don't wanna go |
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But I know I'm gonna have to cause I need the money so |
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My ceiling, it knows what I'm feeling |
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It knows I don't want to go to work |
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So it keeps me pinned down |
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My ceiling, it knows what I'm feeling |
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Yes, I'm talking about my ceiling |
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I'm looking up at my ceiling |
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And it's looking back down at me |
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It can see what a mess I am and it knows I need the sleep |
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Now the ceiling's level with the floor |
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And my blankets are now the floorboards |
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I can't move a fuckin' inch, I'll be late for work again |
