| 2 A.M. |
| and you’re asleep
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| Lost myself inside a waking dream
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| If all these thoughts drew you to me
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| Time to wrestle my insanity
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| But I’m here waiting for the world to change
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| They tell me this will all make sense to you
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| My dear, someday
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| So I play my part, try to make my way
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| And know tomorrow we’ll see better days
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| It’s too late, the river’s deep
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| You could swallow up the best of me
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| He’s expecting bittersweet
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| Just enough to defy gravity
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| But I’m here waiting for the world to change
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| They tell me this will all make sense to you
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| My dear, someday
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| So I play my part, try to make my way
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| And know tomorrow we’ll see better days
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| Better days, better days
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| Better days
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| So I play my part, try to make my way
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| And know tomorrow, we’ll see better days
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| 2 A.M. |
| and you’re asleep
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| But I’m here waiting for the world to change
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| They tell me this will all make sense to you
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| My dear, someday
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| So I play my part, try to make my way
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| And know tomorrow we’ll see better days
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| Better days, better days |