I just wanna stay in bed all day
It's hard to stay in touch
Don't ask for too much
Every time that I am in a rage
Someone else was born to be on stage
Every time I'm filled with tears
It's a funeral for my wasted years
It's contrast with someone else filled with ideas
Not again, not a-fucking-gain
I swear to God
I pray to God
It's not long
I swear to God
I pray to God
It's not long
I pray to God
It's not long
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