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Until you've gone |
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I won't be getting any sleep |
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I'll be up writing songs and finding melodies |
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Singing the words |
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You most likely won't wanna hear |
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Right now I wanna find a hook |
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And put it here |
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Tossing and turning |
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Turning and tossing |
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Tossing and turning |
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Turning and... |
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I'll break the dawn |
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With my eyes open lying still |
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Imagining poetry flowing from my lips |
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Heaving the verbs you most likely won't wanna feel |
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Right now I'm gonna fly the hook |
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And put it here |
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Tossing and turning |
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Turning and tossing |
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Tossing and turning |
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Turning and tossing |
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Because I'm awake when I dream |
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I see what tomorrow will bring |
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Long before the night turns morning...insomnia |
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Even as the sun comes burning |
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I can feel the light of moonbeams |
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Because I'm awake when I dream...insomnia |
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It won't be long before the birds begin to sing |
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We'll harmonize together flying gracefully |
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Soaring above the clouds |
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Existing without fear |
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Right now I'm gonna ride the hook |
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And put it here |
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Tossing and turning |
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Turning and tossing |
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Tossing and turning |
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Turning and tossing |
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Because I'm awake when I dream |
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I see what tomorrow will bring |
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Long before the night turns morning...insomnia |
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Even as the sun comes burning |
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I can feel the light of moonbeams |
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Because I'm awake when I dream...insomnia |
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Until you've gone |
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I won't be getting any sleep |
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I'll be up writing songs and finding melodies |
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Singing the words you most likely won't wanna hear |
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Right now I wanna ride a hook |
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And put it here |
