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I woke up at 4:35, still jet lagged from another plane ride |
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And opened my window over |
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Bondi beach |
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Where all the stars seemed out of reach |
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And recognized none but the southern cross |
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Sitting on my bed with the light turned off |
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Till I found a sweet song on the little clock radio and it made me cry |
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Singing have some faith, have some faith |
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And I don't know what |
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I want but |
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I know where |
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I want to be |
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And everywhere |
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I go, I wish you were here with me |
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Stars hang on tiny strings, my dreams are made of memories |
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Once everything made sense, now |
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I get so alone that |
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I can't sleep |
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Will somebody please tell me if this is where |
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I'm supposed to be |
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Bottles on the table and socks on the floor |
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Trying to remember what |
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I started this for |
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When a surfer friend of mine came and picked me up |
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And we paddled out as the sun was coming up |
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Talking about how everybody has to find |
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Something that gives them the strength to be alive |
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And out laying on our boards in the southern hemisphere, he said to me |
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Gotta have some faith, have some faith |
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And I don't know what |
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I want but |
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I know where |
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I want to be |
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And everywhere |
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I go, I wish you were here with me |
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Stars hang on tiny strings, my dreams are made of memories |
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Once everything made sense, now |
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I get so alone that |
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I can't sleep |
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Will somebody please tell me if this is where |
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I'm supposed to be |
