| Sunday night has come again
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| (And still I cannot sleep)
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| Hidden lives have come to a head
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| (No more secrets left to keep)
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| And now that everything is gone
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| (The morning sun seems bittersweet)
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| Has the day begun already?
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| And now ashamed of who I am
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| I missed what everyone could see
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| Always a fight for me to change
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| Into the man you want me to be
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| A better man that shares my name
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| Can I look into his eyes and see a reflection of me?
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| I try to make it through the day
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| (Too confused to disbelieve)
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| Did it used to be this way?
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| (I try to remember speaking)
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| But you I thought would understand
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| (Appreciate my weekness)
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| Tell me I can be a man
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| And now ashamed of who I am
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| I missed what everyone could see
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| Always a fight for me to change
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| Into the man you want me to be
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| A better man that shares my name
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| Can I look into his eyes and see a reflection of…
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| What’s left inside to see?
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| These captured thoughts, surrounding jealousy
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| No hope, do you believe?
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| If left alone these words would bury me
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| Still need to sing this boy to sleep
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| In the stillness of his room
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| Present a melody of peace
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| Beckon dreams to follow soon
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| But if there’s no one left but him
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| Then the curtain has been drawn
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| A wasted life deserves no song
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| And now ashamed of who I am
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| I missed what everyone could see
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| Always a fight for me to change
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| Into the man you want me to be
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| A better man that shares my name
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| Can I look into his eyes and see a reflection of me? |