One day you're gonna ride ahead of yours
That day you're gonna rise above of the occasion
Hurt
You know, it comes like this,
It goes like this
Hurt
You know, it goes like this,
It comes like this
I guess the pills don't work
And the drinks don't work
In the morning they hurt like cigarette burns,
The summer's daft and winter's long
One day you're gonna ride ahead of yours
That day you’re gonna ride ahead of your vocation
Hurt
You know, it comes like this,
It goes like this
Well, hurt
You know, it goes like this,
It comes like this
I guess the pills don't work
And the drinks don't work
In the morning they hurt like cigarette burns,
The summer's daft and winter's long
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