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i get sick in the morning when i realize my dreams aren't coming true it's like a trick in the morning when i look around and see this empty room i get sick in the morning when i think of all the time I lost without you i get sick in the morning and i wonder what the hell i'm going to do burnt out on fries and chips torched all relationships can't seem to hold a job not mad enough to join a mob good ideas evaporate through the years lost all the friends that kept me glad can't shake the ones that keep me sad no cash to spend on stupid things reach now for cigarettes not dreams good ideas evaporate through the years From Letras Mania