| Saturday 6 a. |
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| Woke up for certain
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| Blinded by a summer sky
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| Guess I failed drawing the curtain, curtain
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| Looking at dreams
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| Spilled on my pillow
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| Shady and lean
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| Most of them seemed kinda hollow, narrow
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| I got stains all over my shirt
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| And I’m all shattered and covered in dirt
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| I’m hiding in my head being crushed
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| Looking for a sugar rush, a sugar rush
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| In the desert when I’m dying of thirst
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| I wanna grab a kiss but first things first
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| I’m banging on my brain being crushed
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| Looking for a sugar rush, a sugar rush
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| Leaving my shell
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| Pouring some coffee
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| Calling your cell
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| But nobody is there to free me, save me
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| Looking at dreams
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| Strangely unspoken
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| In spite of the screams
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| And most of them look kinda broken, broken
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| I got stains all over my shirt
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| And I’m all shattered and covered in dirt
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| I’m hiding in my head being crushed
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| Looking for a sugar rush, a sugar rush
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| In the desert when I’m dying of thirst
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| I wanna grab a kiss but first things first
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| I’m banging on my brain being crushed
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| Looking for a sugar rush, a sugar rush
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| Sugar rush
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| Sugar rush
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| I got stains all over my shirt
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| And I’m all shattered and covered in dirt
|
| I’m hiding in my head being crushed
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| Looking for a sugar rush, a sugar rush
|
| In the desert when I’m dying of thirst
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| I wanna grab a kiss but first things first
|
| I’m banging on my brain being crushed
|
| Looking for a sugar rush, a sugar rush
|
| I got stains all over my shirt
|
| And I’m all shattered and covered in dirt
|
| I’m hiding in my head being crushed
|
| Looking for a sugar rush, a sugar rush
|
| In the desert when I’m dying of thirst
|
| I wanna grab a kiss but first things first
|
| I’m banging on my brain being crushed
|
| Looking for a sugar rush, a sugar rush
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| A sugar rush, a sugar rush
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| A sugar rush, a sugar rush |