But if we want to wake up, why're we still singing these lullabies?
I say I wanna be happy,
I say I wanna be happy,
but I quickly forget.
Will I sabotage all the good I've got left?
Will I sabotage all the good I've got left?
Depression is like a big fur coat;
it's made of dead things but it keeps me warm.
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