I wake up in the morning and go about with my day.
The same old jokes, the same old faces.
Sometimes, I'd like to be alone to be myself.
I put on my pyjamas and go to bed.
The same old pillow, the same old dreams.
Sometimes, I'd like to be alone.
I look myself up in the mirror.
The same old eyes, the same old wrinkles.
Sometimes, I'd like to be alone.
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