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I wake up at four am these days, I've got a lot on my mind Like what's the point of a body if I'll never be a ballerina I'll never have any fun if all I do is sit and whine Bout everything she's got, she's not me so it's a waste of time She's not me, so it's a waste of time Everyone's in a bed of roses singing ha ha ha ha ha ha-a Every day I get a little closer to the ha ha ha, ha ha ha I'm just like a baby, I need someone there to tell me no Don't put that ego in your mouth, you're gonna choke Everyone's in a bed of roses singing ha ha ha ha ha ha-a Every day I get a little closer to the ha ha ha, ha ha ha Everyone's in a bed of roses singing ha ha ha ha ha ha-a Every day I get a little closer to the ha ha ha, ha ha ha Pretty people party proudly, posing posting perfect peers Talking walking how about we talk about our perfect years Shelley Sheeple shouting loudly I have had enough in here Do I want to be a perfect party person filled with tears Spinning in the center of the room, there's a quiet kind of ticking of the clocks Sticking to the heart of the matter, there's a shatter of the mirror in the music box Everyone's in a bed of roses singing ha ha ha ha ha ha-a Every day I get a little closer to the ha ha ha, ha ha ha Ha ha ha, ha ha ha... From Letras Mania