i can see sign of early morning coming
i went downstairs to see how did we do
last night; these guys take care of everything
as if nothing happen; back to where it was
i wonder if there's food left i can feel hunger
i open the fridge and i made ham sandwich
i sit, eat with a glass of hot chocolate; oh! sugar
i'm good, no problems yet, that's my waker-upper
lettuce taste different a little bit bitter or my tongue
somebody is coming down; i can hear footsteps
i offer her but insisted of cooking bacon and eggs
fats, i sometimes tried to stay away from those
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