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Every day when I wake up, I feel so low

Every day when I stand up, I feel so slow.

As the day passes, I cannot help but think

As the night passes, I cannot help but drink.

Looking at the lights, making me dizzy

Looking at the flights, making me dreamy.

Something right there, awaiting for me

Something left there, important for me.

Everytime I find it, it fades away.

Everytime I lose it, it appears away.