Woke up this morning
Like every morning
I've lost the fight
With my mirror (huh)
It's a day like the others
Nothing new
Let tomorrow, it'll become genuine (whoa)
I've been a bit strange, no control at all
Body is under construction, not a chance at all
No, a chance at all
Extilled with my razor, my own razor
Was like a beatdown
With my biggest enemies
It's a day like the others
Nothing new
Then tomorrow it'll become genuine, oh
I feel a bit strange, no control at all
My body is under construction
Not a chance at all
No chance at all, oh
When out on the streets
My own streets
My head looked like an exploded pillow
It's a day like the others
Nothing new
Then tomorrow it will become genuine
I feel a bit strange, no control at all
My body is under construction, there's no chance at all
No chance at all, no
I try to stop my car, my lovely car
There's a noise there
It sounds not good to me
It's a day like the others
Nothing new
Then tomorrow it'll become genuine (whoa)
I feel a bit strange, no control at all
My body is under construction, not a chance at all
Not a chance at all, oh
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I feel a bit strange, no control at all
My life is under construction, there's no chance at all
No chance at all, oh