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It's dark in there and you're quite unaware That the cracks on the ceiling are mocking you Your airless bag, your dust in a shaft of light And you think you might Yeah you might stay there all day Heh heh Get up, get on your feet Get up, don't go back to sleep Get up, life is bitter sweet And it's all going on without you You're safe in there, no sharks anywhere Not a soul to get you doing what you don't want Go on pretend it's Sunday again, it's Sunday again It's so warm in there, feels like camembert All the things you'd do if only you had the energy You bargain for just ten minutes more of this When a prince's kiss Turns you into a swan Dream on Get up, get on your feet Get up, don't go back to sleep Get up, life is bitter sweet And it's all going on without you From Letras Mania