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Coffee in the morning |
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And wine in the evening |
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And everything else is boring, boring |
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You are a nothing |
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But all I can think of is you |
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The sun could be shining, |
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But all i can see is a black and blue |
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Bruises, bruises, bruises, bruises |
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At the moment, |
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I talked all my way out of that |
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But heavy with feeling, |
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I know that I weigh extra fat |
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Was trying to be sleeping |
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And these always thoughts came to me |
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Was something that took to get me out bed, misery |
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Make it better, all right |
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Make it better, all right |
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Make it better, |
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Make me better |
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So shook-ed with feeling |
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I drift back to it easily |
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How did you do it |
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Make more out of nothing of me |
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Bruises, bruises, bruises, bruises |
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And when you start counting |
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There's too much to count |
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And it's all repetition |
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And what did we do by the way? |
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I know it's a warning |
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But all i can think of is coffee in the morning |
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Wine in the evening |
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And everything else is a black or boring bruise, bruise |
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Make it better, all right |
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Make it better, all right |
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Make me better |
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Make me better, all right |
