Alive from Frequent Sea by General Eyes

I don't want to work this 9-5
I come home late at night
And I kick my shoes off
Yeah I kick my shoes off
I feel like my river's running dry
And so much my bank account
So I throw my hands up
So I throw my hands up

And I guess
That I created this mess
And that's OK
Tomorrow's another day

If you looked in my pockets you'd find pride
It's my only possesion that I just can't let go
It's so hard to do so
I feel like our river's running dry
And so much my love for you
So I throw my hands up
So I throw my hands up

And I guess
That I created this mess
And that's OK
Tomorrow's another day

And I guess
That I created this mess
And that's OK
Tomorrow's another day

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