Wakin' up, pourin' apple juice
Tripping over the same mistakes
I'm getting older by the second each day
The lines are clearer all over my face
It's all bundled up, can't think what to say
A cup of coffee doesn't cut it, well, it's just no use
I need my something that can get me through the Sunday news
Wakin' up, pourin' apple juice
Sickly sweet, gettin' me in the mood
Far too early to think about food
Wakin' up, pourin' apple juice
Combin' my hair, can't get it how I want
Can't brush my teeth 'cause the toothpaste's all gone
Look in the mirror, think about my mistakes
But I'm still breathing and today's a new day
Another sofa just a place I like to rest my head
Got used to hitting snooze and crusty eyes and feeling dead
Wakin' up, pourin' apple juice
Sickly sweet, gettin' me in the mood
Far too early to think about food
Wakin' up, pourin' apple juice
Oscar Lang - Apple Juice Lyrics
Oscar Lang - Apple Juice Lyrics
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Wakin' up, pourin' apple juice
Tripping over the same mistakes
I'm getting older by the second each day
The lines are clearer all over my face
It's all bundled up, can't think what to say
A cup of coffee doesn't cut it, well, it's just no use
I need my something that can get me through the Sunday news
Wakin' up, pourin' apple juice
Sickly sweet, gettin' me in the mood
Far too early to think about food
Wakin' up, pourin' apple juice
Combin' my hair, can't get it how I want
Can't brush my teeth 'cause the toothpaste's all gone
Look in the mirror, think about my mistakes
But I'm still breathing and today's a new day
Another sofa just a place I like to rest my head
Got used to hitting snooze and crusty eyes and feeling dead
Wakin' up, pourin' apple juice
Sickly sweet, gettin' me in the mood
Far too early to think about food
Wakin' up, pourin' apple juice
Tripping over the same mistakes
I'm getting older by the second each day
The lines are clearer all over my face
It's all bundled up, can't think what to say
A cup of coffee doesn't cut it, well, it's just no use
I need my something that can get me through the Sunday news
Wakin' up, pourin' apple juice
Sickly sweet, gettin' me in the mood
Far too early to think about food
Wakin' up, pourin' apple juice
Combin' my hair, can't get it how I want
Can't brush my teeth 'cause the toothpaste's all gone
Look in the mirror, think about my mistakes
But I'm still breathing and today's a new day
Another sofa just a place I like to rest my head
Got used to hitting snooze and crusty eyes and feeling dead
Wakin' up, pourin' apple juice
Sickly sweet, gettin' me in the mood
Far too early to think about food
Wakin' up, pourin' apple juice
Writer: Oscar Freddie Lang, Richard Turvey
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group