| Daylight is fading like an awkward smile
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| Sun hides behind the west coast
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| I thought, I thought I knew I had everything figured out
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| Till night came and I lost my shadow
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| Blend in with moonlight and broken glass
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| Ten hours of panic will follow
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| I’m lost, the trees look black, my red shirt is turning grey
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| Strange things just won’t stop appearing
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| Give me day, give me light!
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| These days, those days…
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| I was taught to bottle my emptiness
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| Deal with my quarter life angst by painting pictures
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| The tip of my pencil describes what I might have drawn
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| Had my left brain and right hand been in contact
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| Broken sentences now!
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| Read on…
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| Then all at once, the sky started raining
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| Soaked to the bone, I stopped
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| The people of night time came out of hiding
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| One of them turned my way
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| She said: «I'd like to tell you some things I wish I’d known
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| When I was young like you
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| It won’t take a second, but it could save you years
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| Years pass like seconds out here»
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| I was enthralled with the way that she spoke so softly
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| For a lady of her finesse and personal hygiene
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| She had cuts, bruises, scrapes, scratches, hair tangled everywhere
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| But she spoke in a way that commanded my attention
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| You’re at the top of your game
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| You’re in control of your life
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| The pearl of the oyster, the cream of the oreo
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| What I would give for that, I hope you never know
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| So live your life, don’t sleep through the nights
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| Life’s for the living, you’ve got to start living it right
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| So live your life, don’t sleep through the days
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| Dreams are for living, you’ve got to stop letting them die |