Tomorrow I'll wake up early
And have to be better
It'll be time then
For a heart like a feather
Nothing to worry me
No eyes that get wetter
A mood about me that won't
Depend on the weather
And through the next hours
Through this ocean of a night
I will have to get better
I will fight and I will fight
I will grip my sword in hand
And climb out of my mind
And when I can't fight anymore
I'll try only to survive
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