[Verse 1] If I separate my big dreams from humiliation The common cold, any excuse You know I'm not having fun Let them all teach me the news
[Verse 2] If I cut them off Who will feed my self-deprivation? The last one born And the first to say, now what were you thinking? Let them all clean up for you
[Chorus] In the morning I roll over from such a strange dream And the dream, it carries on around me
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[Verse 3] So there it is You want the truth, but not an admission The sycophants The Monday morning self-immolation It goes on
[Chorus] Until, in the morning I roll over from such a strange dream And thе dream carries on around meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
