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All I wanna do is get up, is get up, is get up In the morning in the morning And not wanna die I feel alright when I think about you Walking through a star field covered in lights Wasted like you're losing your job you're so fired We're just like the ones we used to make fun of It's beautiful sorta, beautiful sorta Beautiful sorta, but not Beautiful sorta, beautiful sorta Beautiful sorta, but not All I wanna do is get down, is get down, is get down In the evening, in the evening And not wanna die Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow I'm buzzing like a jar full of lightening bugs Walking through a star field covered in lights Wasted like a bum with somebody's wallet Pictures inside of you and me, you and I So far past sad I'm crazy and scary It's Beautiful Sorta, Beautiful Sorta Beautiful Sorta, but not From Letras Mania