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It¡¯s morning and I¡¯m awake
My soul¡¯s been chosen not to take
I feel like I¡¯ve been asleep for years
Rolling out of bed
And then I see the colors
Pressing up on my eyes
And I want to live until I die
It¡¯s midday, it¡¯s afternoon
Seems like it¡¯s gotten here too soon
I¡¯m still in my underwear
Listening to ¡°The Weight¡±
It¡¯s evening and I¡¯m alive
No bruises or abrasions outside
No bones protruding through my skin
What a wonderful way for the day to end
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