WHAT THE HELL
 
Lying in my bed at night,
Dreaming, it’s a real delight.
I flee from the re-al world so quickly.

Waking up the next morning,
It seems to-be the same damn-thing,
Everyday-life gets me once again


Chorus
What the hell is happening to me?
What the hell is going on?
My cruelest dream becomes reality
What the hell is going on? 


The only thing that makes much sense:
My music is a good defense
Playing my guitar I feel so secure.

Verse 4
But my refuge won’t last too long
I have to break off my favourite song
All my daily chores have to be done.


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