Текст песни: Sum41 - Heart Attack
Remember when there`s nothing else to do, but lie in bed and, wonder how it was
always up to you, and no one else and,
Early mornings made up by warnings, what`s the point of the alram that I`m ignoring?
It`s either raining, I`m not complaining, but waking up is hard to do so,
Turn my head it`s back to bed with no delay,
can`t be bothered by the phone ten times a day,
Why get up my mornign doesn`t even start till two?
Forget reality waking up is hard to do.
Remember when we would hang out every day, and we would rather,
Not be told what to do or what to say, Cause nothing mattered.
Never boring with slept in mornings, not ashamed of bad habits that I`m forming.
It`s not important if the days are shortened, I can`t make time when nothing`s new,
Cause waking up is hard to do so,
Turn my head it`s back to bed with no delay,
can`t be bothered by the phone ten times a day,
Why get up my mornign doesn`t even start till two?
Forget reality waking up is hard to do.
What`s a day when it all ends up the same, and last forever?
Can`t complain when there`s nothing there to blame, and things can`t be better.
Summer evenings, teenage grievings, got no problem with the life that I`ve been leading.
No concentration on hesitation, I can`t make time when nothing`s new
Cause waking up is so hard to do!
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Remember when there`s nothing else to do, but lie in bed and, wonder how it was
always up to you, and no one else and,
Early mornings made up by warnings, what`s the point of the alram that I`m ignoring?
It`s either raining, I`m not complaining, but waking up is hard to do so,
Turn my head it`s back to bed with no delay,
can`t be bothered by the phone ten times a day,
Why get up my mornign doesn`t even start till two?
Forget reality waking up is hard to do.
Remember when we would hang out every day, and we would rather,
Not be told what to do or what to say, Cause nothing mattered.
Never boring with slept in mornings, not ashamed of bad habits that I`m forming.
It`s not important if the days are shortened, I can`t make time when nothing`s new,
Cause waking up is hard to do so,
Turn my head it`s back to bed with no delay,
can`t be bothered by the phone ten times a day,
Why get up my mornign doesn`t even start till two?
Forget reality waking up is hard to do.
What`s a day when it all ends up the same, and last forever?
Can`t complain when there`s nothing there to blame, and things can`t be better.
Summer evenings, teenage grievings, got no problem with the life that I`ve been leading.
No concentration on hesitation, I can`t make time when nothing`s new
Cause waking up is so hard to do!
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