Placeholder: Wake up in the morning with a head like "What ya done?" This used to be the life but I don't need another one Good luck cuttin' nothin', carryin' on, you wear them gowns So how come I feel so lonely when you're up gettin' down? Wake up in the morning with a head like "What ya done?" This used to be the life but I don't need another one Good luck cuttin' nothin', carryin' on, you wear them gowns So how come I feel so lonely when you're up gettin' down?

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Wake up in the morning with a head like "What ya done?" This used to be the life but I don't need another one Good luck cuttin' nothin', carryin' on, you wear them gowns So how come I feel so lonely when you're up gettin' down?

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