| I woke up at 4:35 still jet lagged from another plane ride
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| And opened my window over bondi beach
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| Where all the stars seemed out of reach
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| And recognized none but the southern cross
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| Sitting on my bed with the light turned off
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| Till i found a sweet song on the little clock radio and it made me cry
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| Singing have some faith, have some faith
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| And i don’t know what i want but i know where i want to be
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| And everywhere i go, i wish you were here with me
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| Stars hang on tiny strings, my dreams are made of memories
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| Once everything made sense, now i get so alone that i can’t sleep
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| Will somebody please tell me if this is where i’m supposed to be
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| Bottles on the table and socks on the floor
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| Trying to remember what i started this for
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| When a surfer friend of mine came and picked me up
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| And we paddled out as the sun was coming up
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| Talking about how everybody has to find
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| Something that gives them the strength to be alive
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| And out laying on our boards in the southern hemisphere, he said to me
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| Gotta have some faith, have some faith
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| And i don’t know what i want but i know where i want to be
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| And everywhere i go, i wish you were here with me
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| Stars hang on tiny strings, my dreams are made of memories
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| Once everything made sense, now i get so alone that i can’t sleep
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| Will somebody please tell me if this is where i’m supposed to be |