Jim

I’m talking about those moments when you feel, you feel that now it’s too late
and all
All the the things projected to do, you still, you still never in them got
involved
The clock tells you to get up and you say «give me a few hours more»
Never do a thing, stay in bed and dream
Everyone around you is always moving so fast that
Anyway now it’s too late
You’ll never be on time to catch the train
So you just stop running, eating seven lunches, watching what is on TV and so
until…
What?
There’ll be no angel from the sky
No sign from there to tell you how to wake up
Wake up, you don’t seem so shy
Face your life, it’s just a game
There’ll be no angel from the sky
No sign from there to tell you how to wake up
Wake up, you don’t seem so shy
Face your life, your turn to play
Trying to find a reason why
This funny feeling got inside
Blaming it on anything that could be it
It’s mad but sleeping makes you tired
Trying to find a reason why
This funny feeling got inside
Blaming it on anything that could be it
It’s mad but sleeping makes you tired
There’ll be no angel from the sky
No sign from there to tell you how to wake up
Wake up, you don’t seem so shy
Face your life, it’s just a game
There’ll be no angel from the sky
No sign from there to tell you how to wake up
Wake up, you don’t seem so shy
Face your life, your turn to play
You said «I got a big day today
I’m gonna get up early, around 7
Then I’ll be running right and left»
But you’re down once again
So right before you even did a thing
Already back laying down, not caring
At all about what makes you better
I’m telling you sleeping makes you tired
There’ll be no angel from the sky
No sign from there to tell you how to wake up
Wake up, you don’t seem so shy
Face your life, it’s just a game
There’ll be no angel from the sky
No sign from there to tell you how to wake up
Wake up, you don’t seem so shy
Face your life, your turn to play
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