Hollow eyes get up.
You've got a secret for me,
You're out running your age.
It's in your hand: neat pack of euphoria.
It's devastating and you're pleased.
Disease. Hairline endurance, biting intelligence.
How do you stumble like you do?
I wish I understood myself, as well as you do.
Got to get up.
All day you've got to stay up,
When will you get off?
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"Early Morning" as written by Eddie Morley Gray Bob King
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