Fuel - Bad Day; Oasis - The Hindu Times

I stir, my eyes open. Skies grey and bleak greet me mournfully. I have no urge to get up, nor eat, nor enjoy myself, nor think.
I have begun to dread the breaking of a new day.

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I get up - when I'm down
I can't swim - but my soul won't drown
I do believe - I got flare
I got speed and I walk on air..

..will I? Do I?