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Remember coming home at four in the morning |
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Before the sun was up |
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Back when the east was a fire of gold |
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Just waiting for the rest of the sky to fall in love |
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Our hope is just a metaphor, of something better |
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For all of our dreams tonight |
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And fear is just a shadow of the things that matter the most |
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And I fear that I'm losing hope tonight |
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Oh oh |
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I feel like I'm dreaming |
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Oh oh |
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Staring up at the ceiling |
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Oh oh |
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It's four in the morning |
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I can't sleep and it feels like a warning |
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Oh oh |
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You wouldn't believe me |
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If I could say it just the way that I'm feeling |
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Oh oh |
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The words that I wanted to say |
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I feel them slipping away |
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Remember that kid with the quivering lip |
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Whose heart was on his sleeve like a first aid kit |
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Where are you now? Where are you now? |
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Remember that kid, didn't know when to quit |
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I still lose my breath when I think about it |
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Oh, where'd you go? |
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(Oh where'd you go?) |
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Oh oh |
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I feel like I'm dreaming |
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Oh oh |
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Staring up at the ceiling |
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Oh oh |
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It's four in the morning |
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I can't sleep and it feels like a warning |
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Oh oh |
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You wouldn't believe me |
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If I could say it just the way that I'm feeling |
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Oh oh |
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The words that I wanted to say |
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I feel them slipping away |
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I know this isn't what you wanted |
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Past words in the present are haunting us now |
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And on and on and on and on |
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My heartbeat could tell you it's urgent |
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I try to shout but the words don't come out |
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I feel I'm slipping away |
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Oh oh |
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I feel like I'm dreaming |
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Oh oh |
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Staring up at the ceiling |
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Oh oh |
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It's four in the morning |
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I can't sleep and it feels like a warning |
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Oh oh |
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You wouldn't believe me |
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If I could say it just the way that I'm feeling |
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Oh oh |
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The words that I wanted to say |
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I feel them slipping away |
