It´s eleven o´clock in the morning
And I´m still in bed
Day seems to go pretty
*But I got lazy impregnated
Dirty dishes wait for me in the sink
Four feet walk on my back
I hear the pass of the seconds
I think I´m thinking I don´t think in anything
My eyelids still are closed*
*The damn hesitation that wanna stay
Sun that seems decided to don´t let me sleep
Thousand of feelings that have jam in my mind
Dry tears into my eyes
Sorrows incurable into my memory
Shooting star that scatter false hope
But hope… oh, well…*1
*Chorus
And finally I get up, there´s nothing else to do
I put on some dress, I tie my hair up
I wash my face and teeth
And welcome the new day
*Chorus 1
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