Time on my phone shows eleven thirty-four 

When I open up my eyes today 

Don't really feel like waking up from bed 

To go to school or studio 

Grabbing a "Vogue" from the floor 

Turn it's pages 

Think it's such a waste of quality paper 



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Why does it still snow in the spring 

Why don't you like the songs that I sing 

Why can't I get any satisfaction 

Out of the things that should bring me happiness 



Still lie in bed, it's already dark outside 

Eating up a pack of chips 

Switch on TV and listen to CDs 

Rejecting all the phone calls 

It's getting late and I'm still only chilling 

Clock shows it's midnight so I fall asleep 



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