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I'm hoping for |
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A song that will come to me while I'm asleep |
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'Cause I can't lie |
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So I can't write |
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Eyes in the dark |
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And it has occurred to me |
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That I have spent my whole life |
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Starting over, oh oh |
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Cry, pining for |
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The things that I could have been |
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I could have been a gold digger |
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I could have been a gunslinger |
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I could have been a little bigger |
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I could of been an own ringer |
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I could've been a pop singer |
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I could've been a pop singer |
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I could've been a pop singer |
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But what I am is a silence |
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I crawled into a spotlight |
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Cleared my throat and I closed my eyes |
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I sang a song that I didn't like |
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I sang a song that I didn't like |
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And I was left in the long night |
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I hoped to God that I wouldn't die |
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Before I gave it an honest try |
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Now I try |
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And I try And I try |
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To recall a little white light |
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To put me back into my right mind |
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I dig a hole and see what I can find |
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I dig a hole and see what I can find |
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I've been burying my whole life |
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Beneath the lie that it looks like |
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Beneath the song that I didn't write |
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Beneath the song that I didn't write |
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I crawled into a spotlight |
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And in my state I was a sorry sight |
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I sing a song til I get it right |
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I sing a song til I get it right |
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I sing a song til I get it right |
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I sing a song til I get it right |
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I sing a song til I get it right |
