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I'm asleep today My friends are all gone They have stepped away They're trying to find the balance Between Absolut and Tanqueray Staring at windows as worlds go by Search for new meaning in tired old rhymes And it still sounds the same after all this time Even the good times are bad When you're gone Today I left the bed Mail's piled up and the plants are dead Trying to find my balance With sleepy eyes and an aching head Lines are fake and fading Edges starting to fray And I'm too tired for faking anymore I guess I'll wait another day From Letras Mania