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I don't know Why I don’t know why I feel this way, all I see is a single shade of grey It’s like this when I wake up every day, but I do it anyway All I want is to hideaway, no more to betray But the day, it leads me astray, and I do it anyway All I am is prey, supplying nothing but dismay I am not sure why I want to stay, I do it anyway Where can I stowaway? Stuck here with feet of clay, too much for my soul to pay It has always been this way I don’t know why I wake up every day, but I do it anyway 08/18/08
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