| Another day I close my eyes
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| pretending that it’s alright
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| another chance to prove my self
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| I’m not who I thought I was
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| And I try to find a way to survive
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| I need a little help so I start drinking
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| more and more I lose control
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| But everytime i wake up the morning after
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| A voice in my head keeps repeatin I’m too hold
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| My stomac is spinning around
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| I don’t know where I am,
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| don’t know where I’ve been
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| A thousand missed calls
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| and texts I shouldn’t have sent
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| Who’s laying next to me?
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| The truth is i’m 30
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| But I’m living like I’m 20
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| That’s how I feel
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| Another show, another city
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| another place to see
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| on the road, it's getting worst
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| just trying to kill some time
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| Still I’m trying to find a way to survive
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| and begging for a help,
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| i start drinking more and more
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| and even more
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| But everytime i wake up the morning after
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| A voice in my head keeps repeatin I’m too hold
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| My stomac is spinning around
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| I don’t know where I am,
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| don’t know where I’ve been
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| A thousand missed calls
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| and texts I shouldn’t have sent
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| Who’s laying next to me?
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| The truth is i’m 30
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| But I’m living like I’m 20
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| That’s how I feel
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| everytime i wake up the morning after
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| everytime i wake up the morning after
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| everytime i wake up the morning after
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| don’t know where I am the morning after
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| 30 feels like 40 the morning after
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| we make promises that we can’t keep
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| But everytime i wake up the morning after
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| A voice in my head keeps repeatin I’m too hold
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| My stomac is spinning around
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| I don’t know where I am,
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| don’t know where I’ve been
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| A thousand missed calls
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| and texts I shouldn’t have sent
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| Who’s laying next to me?
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| The truth is i’m 30
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| But I’m living like I’m 20
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| That’s how I feel
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| (Grazie a Francesco Mauro per questo testo) |