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Morning I wait for the evening to come but it never comes morning I wait for desire to come with a beautiful song morning I wait for my lover to come over with a gorgeous dress of tenderness poor me I wish I could be what I'm not what I'm not ah... morning, I look how the others behave and I hate myself another wasted day staring at the mirror naked maybe I could die suddenly frosted no feelings I walk like a devil a hurricane with a scary face bringing pain poor me I wish I could be what I'm not I'm not ah... I'm sure there are loads like me we could be a family you want me to write more words to it we know there is nothing more to be said (Merci à Rubi pour cettes paroles) From Letras Mania