More laziness in the chest,
Lone less monotonous light
The loneliness of the pillow.
Whiskey is no longer intoxicating
Maybe it was dawn this time.
The color of the sky is still pale
And you can't keep your eyes open,
It was dawn
The color of the sky is still pale
You can't keep your eyes open anymore,
It's time to go to sleep
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