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I get sick in the morning When I realize my dreams aren't coming true It's like a trick in the morning When I look around and see this empty room I get sick in the morning When I think of all the time lost without you Sick in the morning I wonder what the hell I'm gonna do Burned out on fries and chips and I Torched all relationships and I Can't seem to find a job and I'm Not mad enough to join a mob Good ideas evaporate Through the years Good ideas evaporate Through the years I get sick in the morning When realize my dreams aren't coming true It's like a trick in the morning When I look around and see this empty room I get sick in the morning When I think of all the time lost without you Sick in the morning I wonder what the hell I'm gonna do Lost all the friends that kept me glad Can't shake the ones that keep you sad No cash to spend on stupid things Reach now for cigarettes not dreams Good ideas evaporate Through the years Good ideas evaporate Through the years Good ideas evaporate Through the years Good ideas evaporate Through the years I get sick in the morning When I realize my dreams aren't coming true It's like a trick in the morning When I look around and see this empty room I get sick in the morning When I think of all the time lost without you Sick in the morning I wonder what the hell I'm gonna do I wonder what the hell I'm gonna do I wonder what the hell I'm gonna do I wonder what the hell I'm gonna do I wonder what the hell I'm gonna doooo |