| There’s a street light right outside my window
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| And some nights it’s the only light I find
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| And the clock on that wall, it has been stuck at four for days
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| And it seem like I was meant to be behind
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| I have seen both sides of a sunrise
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| And these bloodshot eyes, they’re steadily wearing thin
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| And as the liquor and the caffeine both pulse through my veins
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| I pray that tomorrow I won’t end up here again
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| Everyone needs a savior
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| Be it minor, be it major
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| Always on their best behavior
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| Won’t you save me, save me tonight?
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| Today it was the hottest day of the summer
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| And those short skirt curves, oh boy, how they do bend
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| And the minimum wage mem’ries of the summers spent back home
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| Hell they were fun but didn’t pay the rent
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| So I work a nine-to-five and call it a living
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| But this living of mine, hell, it’s killing it me it seems
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| So at night I stand up on this stage and I try to explain the difference
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| Between a tattered heart and a shattered dream
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| Everyone needs a savior
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| Be it minor, be it major
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| Always on their best behavior
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| Won’t you save me, save me tonight?
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| All my friends, they ask me how I’m doing
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| And they ask that question as if I’ve got a choice
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| See I’m a notebook full of memories, I’m a screaming contradiction
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| Who talks to hear the sound of his own voice
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| Everyone needs a savior
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| Be it minor, be it major
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| Always on their best behavior
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| Won’t you save me tonight? |