Everyday,I wake up in my bed by myself.
Everyway,I crawl into my little shell.
Everyday,Success is all in my style.
Everyway,My smokes have all gotten stale.
My eyes focus on youWhat did you make me do?
So why am I here?What do you want from me, dear?
(Play some piano.)
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