i wake up with bitter taste
i drink water to wash it up
my legs are wobbly, i try
to walk to the bathroom
oh! my i made it, no issue
maybe from deep sleep
i turn on the radio, listen
easy listening from eigthies
bubbles my morning routine
i tap my fingers with the beat
it turns back time, i know
my days somewhere, ohio
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