| Lời: Joao Silva
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Oh
Woke up faded, phone on mute
Head full of dreams that don't compute
Woke up faded, I don't know where I've been
Memories blur like bottles of gin
Still I rise, even drunk on a sin
Tryna make sense of the storm I'm in
Lost track of the night before
from her I just ignore Eyes low but spirit sore
What am I even fighting for?
Another night, another hey,
hey
Still praying I find my way, hey
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