| 5 am we slowly lose the moon as it begins again
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| clocking in id give anything to do more than just survive in this
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| breathe it in the cold, crisp morning air has now become your friend
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| tell me this
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| have you ever felt like dying from the lack of it?
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| on and on with the rising sun
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| i’ve been living too long this way
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| every night its another mistake
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| but ill be fine when the morning comes
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| and im standing at a cross road every day
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| but im always a little to late
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| but ill be fine when the morning comes
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| 5 p.m.
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| the faces of my family bring me back again
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| hold it in the truth inside keeps crushing like a heart attack
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| let them know
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| that life keeps getting better as the days go on over load
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| like a ticking time bomb waiting for the world to blow
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| on and on with the setting sun
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| i’ve been living too long this way
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| every night its another mistake
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| but ill be fine when the morning comes
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| and im standing at a cross road every day
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| but im always a little to late
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| but ill be fine when the morning comes
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| when the morning comes
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| i run away one last time
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| forget yesterday
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| today is mine |