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Open the curtains after the fight to get out of bed

Another day ahead of me, time for toast and tea

Look in to my eyes, oh man, they’re looking pretty red

Outside the pigeons flutter, going mental at god knows what

Shake off the night that’s gone, still feeling pretty dead

Hit the tech as the kettle boils, random tunes, I let them do what they will

Soundtrack of the day lines up, They Live, sums me up, the space within my head

So its sunglasses on, regardless of the gloom, damn, all out of bubble gum

I smile at the tunes.