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Long days and lonely nights |
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Makes the morning seem so bright |
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But when my feet they hit the ground |
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I know that I'm safe and sound |
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My foolish acts I don't have to be |
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More than just a memory |
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When I come on back around |
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It's the new me coming through, I feel |
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When I come back around |
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Wake up and look all around |
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When I come back around |
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Wake up and look all around |
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When I come back around |
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Wake up and look all around |
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When I come back around |
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Wake up and look all around |
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Don't ask me why I do that stuff |
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Take it too far it's never enough |
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Spiraling self loathing styles |
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Hanging out |
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With audiophiles |
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But when I start to wake |
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From the hypnogagic state |
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Feel that I can see the light |
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Come on up from day to night |
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When I come back around |
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Wake up and look all around |
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When I come back around |
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Wake up and look all around |
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When I come back around |
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Wake up and look all around |
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When I come back around |
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Wake up and look all around |
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But when I start to wake |
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From the hypnogogic state |
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Feel that I can see the light |
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Come on up from day to night |
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When I come back around |
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Wake up and look all around |
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When I come back around |
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Wake up and look all around |
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When I come back around |
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Wake up and look all around |