Woke up with bloodshot eyes,
So here I go and there you went
With all the brilliant things I said
I just have the reasons and don't have the time
I gotta get away, find something to do
Everything I hear, everything I do reminds me of you
Still counting and counting the days pass
Still counting and counting the days left
Beautiful creature learn to grow ur wings
Show me your metal and rise like never before
Shall be watching from afar
Day one, was no fun
Day two, i hated me
By day three I wish I was away
Day four, five and six, my mind was blank
Day seven, this is hell. this is hell
I gotta get away, and find something to do
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