In the morning
I get up I move some muscle
In the morning
I get up I move some muscle
Getting up is such a struggle
We fought all night
And I cried cried cried cried
On the telephone
But in the morning
I get up I move some muscle
I tell you and you tell me all the things that we want to hear
I tell you and you tell me all the things that we want to hear
In the morning
I get up I check you're sleeping
Hoping that you won't be peeping
Cuz' in the morning
After fighting I get up
And I'm so sad
All of the days that you showed me
What it feels to be truly scared
I tell you and you tell me all the things that we want to hear
I tell you and you tell me all the things that we want to hear
In the Morning I don't want to get up
I don't want to see your face I don't want to feel your touch
In the morning we are always fed up
Cuz' we're always in this place and we don't want to be here
It has been four years
And I know before this
I used to wake up without fear
I'll tell you and you tell me all the things that we want to hear
I love you but that's not enough
Cuz' I don't want to fight
It gets so rough

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