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When I wake up, |
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I look into the mirror |
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I can see a clearer vision |
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I should start living today' |
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Cause today is gonna be the day |
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Is gonna be the day' |
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Cause today is gonna be the day |
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Is gonna be the day |
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Yeah, it's like every day |
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I wake upI stare into space and don't say much |
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Peer in the mirror, feeling dead from the face up |
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Coffee pots, cigarettes, morning |
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Js, Baileys |
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Slowing down my day before it picks up the pace |
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Beats playing since the night before |
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Thinking 'bout writing songs |
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Feeling exhausted from times we toured constant |
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And plus the toxics |
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I sip got me tall |
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Still tipsy, staring at the city |
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From the spot we call |
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Los Angeles |
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Every day is like a blank canvas |
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Carving my initials in the planet like |
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I brand it |
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Handpicked to live this life we take for granted |
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Like a child with an upright bass, we can't stand it |
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Smiling through the trouble we face, tryna manage |
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My way without pumping my brakes and staying stagnant' |
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Cause I can sit on my ass or just imagine |
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The madness |
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I did on my path and paint the canvas |
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When I wake up, |
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I look into the mirror |
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I can see a clearer vision |
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I should start living today' |
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Cause today is gonna be the day |
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Is gonna be the day' |
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Cause today is gonna be the day |
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Is gonna be the day |
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Before I rise and shine like a neon sign |
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I need the girl of my dreams to give me |
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EinsteinAnd burn the marijuan' like [incomprehensible] |
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Is my only bonafide break from these confines |
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I need a change of scenery like a mind tide |
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These kids bringing me the noise like the bomb squad |
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And everybody coming at me from the blindside |
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I'm tired, it's hard to open up my eyes wide |
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I listen to some theme music on the i |
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PodAnd walk around the crib doing little odd jobs |
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Checking my breath, take a view from this high rise |
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Feeling like |
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I'm checking out a game from the sideline |
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I got to try different things in these trying times |
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Twenty-ten is different than it was in nine-five |
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It's come alive time, |
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I picked a fine time |
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For getting open off life like a fine wine |
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When I wake up, |
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I look into the mirror |
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I can see a clearer vision |
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I should start living today' |
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Cause today is gonna be the day |
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Is gonna be the day' |
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Cause today is gonna be the day |
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Is gonna be the day |
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Uh, yeah, |
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Sunday morning, plan my day out |
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Whole new blueprint, brand new layout |
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Deep down still don't know if it'll play out |
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Before the first time, feel like |
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I done found a way out |
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Skin getting clearer and it feel like |
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I lost weight |
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Stop and say a prayer for the times |
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I lost faith |
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Troubles of the world had me in a cross-face |
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Chicken-wing, sickening, liver so off-base |
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But now it's like |
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I'm in the last lap of the car chase |
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And I finally understand my right to choose |
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My preacher man told me it could always be worse |
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Even the three-legged dog still got three good legs to lose |
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So you can stop and refresh the rules |
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Breathe in, breathe out, let it heal all your exit wounds |
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Something inside said that's the move |
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And made it today, |
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I'll restart fresh and new |
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When I wake up, |
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I look into the mirror |
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I can see a clearer vision |
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I should start living today' |
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Cause today is gonna be the day |
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Is gonna be the day' |
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Cause today is gonna be |
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The day is gonna be |
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The day is gonna be |
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The day is gonna be |
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The day is gonna be |
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The day is gonna be |
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The day is gonna be |
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The day is gonna be |
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The day is gonna be |