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Good morning, waster |
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Time to drag those bones out of bed |
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Rub your red eyes out and make some coffee, ooh |
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Brush those knots right out of your head |
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Oh, I know it's hard |
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But it will only get harder from here |
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So before you're dead |
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Get yourself out of bed |
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The pit of your stomach |
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Unsettled and nervously torn |
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But under the covers, ooh |
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The world seems so deceivingly warm |
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Oh, I know it's hard |
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But it will only get harder from here |
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So before you're dead |
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Before you're dead |
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Before you're dead |
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Get yourself out of bed |
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Get yourself out of bed |
