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every morning, when I wake up
it's the same old thing
I'm always waiting for the Summer
I'm waiting for Spring
I can't stay awake in daylight
and God knows I can't sleep at night
I'm tired of this room
it's always just like the last one
always less of a home
and more like a place to crash
so can I stay the night at your place
'til the weekend or the Winter ends
and I know next year things will be better
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