Ain't it hard when you wake up
in the morn-ing
And you find out
that those oth-er days are gone?
All you have is mem-o-ries of hap-pi-ness
Lin-ger-in' on.
All your dreams and your lov-ers
won't pro-tect you,
They're on-ly pass-ing
through you in the end.
They'll leave you stripped of all
that they can get to,
And wait for you to come back
a- gain.
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