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Things are gonna change |
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This is the morning after |
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When reality bites |
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The morality kicks in |
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To those damaged limitations |
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This is the morning after |
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All that went before |
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All of the song and laughter |
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The morning after, gets up from the floor |
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To do it all again |
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But things are gonna change |
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This is the morning after |
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My turn to get pushed in the face |
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Feeling right down, resurrecting the clown |
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Yeah I bloody well will |
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You look around for which way to go |
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But where you gonna turn? |
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And when the morning after |
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Pleads to take no more |
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We patch up the last disaster |
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Slower, faster, crawl out through the door |
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And do it all again |
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But things have gotta change |
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This is the morning after |
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You feel shite, the air bites |
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Oh will I ever learn? |
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Your ear's deaf, your girl's left |
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Never to return |
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But it's the morning after |
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All that went before |
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And now you paid your debt |
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Get up you wreck, and crawl out through the door |
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Oh, love will return |
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This is the morning after |
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You will learn |
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The barrier we cross |
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Is somewhere between Heaven and Hell |
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Ah, but the world will never change |
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So we must dig inside, and crawl outside ourselves |
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I will, I bloody well will |
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Things are gonna change |
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Things are gonna change |
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This is the morning after |
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I will, I bloody well will |
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Things are gonna change |
