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Wake Up, Wake Up, My God.
this is not a test and it's not too late to come clean.
Get it off your chest
So steady your hand before your face and concentrate.
There's got to be some stable ground left to walk on.
So tear another page from the book
Are you asleep or just alone
Clear this room from your lungs
and pull yourself together man
On your back, you're sleeping in a bed of shame
Let the light bring some life into this room
it's what keeps you coming back
Made up of insatiable taste
Bury your head in your hands and sink into yourself.
Just what are you so afraid of
You're staring truth in the face, so come on down
You're busy living now aren't you
You're busy making vows
You're coming unglued
Time is shorter than you know
I know the light is blinding to the naked eye
so why don't you take steps away from being alone
I swear it's not too late for you
It's all worth reaching for the hand to pull you out
Wake up and step outside your box
Wake up
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