Every morning I wake up
On the floor beside my bed
I've been flying in my sleep
How many times?
And I live for the next week
Made a cup of black coffee
Spilled it on the white carpet
I've red all stupid papers
It makes me feel down
And I am just who I am just
From morning till night
I look at my piece of fun
And I am just who I am just
I ignore traffic lights
But I have nowhere to run
Chased the sun and I've caught it
And it lives in my pocket
When the sky seems so gloomy
It shines for me
Got the sun in my pocket
Shines for me
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