| You say I’m letting life slip by, and starlights wasted on sleeping eyes
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| I stare all night into the sky, when all these stars have long since died
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| I’ve woken up a thousand times, drawn the curtain, drawn the line
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| A thousand lives walk through my own,
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| I stand still and stand alone
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| I wish I could believe, in something bigger
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| In the space that lies between, the good and bad here
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| The angels and thieves are drinking coffee,
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| But I just want some sleep
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| An end to this day’s masquerade,
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| A suitcase packed and put away
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| The mirror is useless in the night,
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| I see myself between the light
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| I wish I could believe, in something bigger
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| In the space that lies between, the good and bad here
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| The angels and the thieves are drinking coffee
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| But I just want some time
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| Time, time, time
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| The angels and the thieves, are drinking coffee,
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| But I don’t want to sleep.
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| I wish I could believe, in something bigger
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| In the space that lies between, the good and bad here
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| The angels and the thieves, oh the angels and the thieves, are drinking coffee,
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| But I just want some sleep |