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Transcribed by Jamie Fletcher and Jason Flynn
She's waking up
The mirror says
That her hairs
Getting far too long.
A coffee cup
To start the day
Better make sure
It's good and strong.
To get her through.
Got things to do.
And now that the clock says eight
Can't be late
So hit the brakes.
Lost all your friends
They'd had enough
Couldn't watch
While you killed yourself.
And you pretend
You gave them up
For a lifetime of cars and wealth
Misunderstood.
Don't feel so good.
Another the clock says eight
Can't be late
So hit the brakes.
I said hit the brakes.
Composition
Cracknell
Stanley
Wiggs