| This bitter season, colder than reason
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| Our obvious hearts still burn
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| Where’s your passion? |
| Is it just fashion?
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| Yet struck by a star as they burn
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| So grieve your power, take back your memories
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| 'Cause you don’t deserve that love
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| Wishful Thinking hopes that you’ll soon see
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| I gave up on you enough
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| This is my time, so don’t wake me up
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| And this is my day, living in grace
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| And all my energy spreading our word
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| This is my time, so don’t wake me up
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| 'Cause this is mine
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| Go walk your city, and don’t think about me
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| 'Cause you’ve dropped that piece of your heart
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| Buildings, towers, living is useless
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| No skies, no beauty, no soul
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| This is my time, so don’t wake me up
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| And this is my day, living in grace
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| And all my energy spreading our word
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| This is my time, so don’t wake me up
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| 'Cause this is mine
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| Close your eyes, your visions are perfect
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| Up from your eyes, an endless illusion
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| This is my time, so don’t wake me up
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| And this is my day, living in grace
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| And all my energy spreading our word
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| This is my time, so don’t wake me up
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| 'Cause this is mine |