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Don't Fail, don't fall at such a "glorious" rate. The weight's dragging you down the curbside Get up and out of bed. And don't press your cheeks to the windowsill boy. There's nothing anyone could do. I'm sorry i woke you. You see, this day could be the greatest thing to radiate, If you just get up and don't believe all those things In your head. If you just get up, Tomorrow probably... Aus Songtexte Mania