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Every morning I wake up to a brand new thought And I sit on it a while, until the brain goes pop Collect your things, get out the door, don't make a scene on the way out Oscar the Grouch don't got a motherfucking thing on me Every time I'm happy I worry 'bout the come down brevities to dance around and make me run out of breath Think about a time when it was warmer And everything seemed so much better At least I got this cozy sweater Each time I blink Each word I sing I will not sink to your expectation Each time I blink Each word I sing I will not sink to your expеctation Each time I blink Each word I sing I will not sink to your expectation Each timе I blink Each word I sing I will not sink Aus Songtexte Mania