I am lying down with my feet crossed in bed
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it's a fuzzy-headed morning
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I don't know I'm not dead
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I don't know what time it is
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but it's later than before
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there's a schoolroom clock on the wall
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but it doesn't work no more
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I know it's sometime in the morning
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between six and probably one
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cause there's light outside my window
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but there isn't any sun
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I feel pretty rested
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but without the time I'm not for sure
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I don't know if I should start my day
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or go to sleep some more
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here it is another day
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and I've yet to touch the ground
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I'm not afraid to leave the bed
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I'd just rather lay around
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there's a tv that I could watch
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sits adjacent to the bed
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one of those japanese numbers
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that does everything they said
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I could look at some friends
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in pictures taped over the desk
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there's an ansel adams to the left
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it's quite picturesque
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here it is another day
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and I've yet to touch the ground
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I'm not afraid to leave the bed
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I'd just rather lay around
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I like to pretend sometimes
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I do it quite a lot
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I think of the things I have
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that I really haven't got
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this bed that I lie on really isn't mine at all
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in fact neither is the t.v. clock or pictures on the wall
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here it is another day
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and I've yet to touch the ground
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I'm not afraid to leave the bed
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I'd just rather lay around
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here it is another day
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and I've yet to touch the ground
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I'm not afraid to leave the bed
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I'd just rather lay around
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Fuzzy-Headed Morning
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Evan and Jaron |