| So here I am it’s 3 A. M
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| I don’t know where to begin
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| Time’s running out and
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| There’s no doubt that i feel
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| Like throwing in the towel
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| With no way I can get this
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| Start finished
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| I try and try and wonder why
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| The answers never come
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| Guess this is it, I’m tired and sick
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| Of always feeling undone
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| I’ve tried it all but there is
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| Still something missing
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| So I’m a day late
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| At least a buck short
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| I’ve got no chance to make this on my own
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| I don’t have it made
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| I’m nowhere near the shade
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| Will You step in this life and take control
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| Show me the way
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| I know that slow and steady wins the race
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| But slow to me 'cause I can’t see
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| Is like a lightning pace
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| And all I get is nowhere constantly waiting
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| Are You still there and do you care
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| About what I’m feeling now
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| I’d like to see what i could be
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| Without this holding me down
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| But I’m too scared of
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| Taking this chance and failing
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| So I’m a day late
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| At least a buck short
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| I’ve got no chance to make this on my own
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| I don’t have it made
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| I’m nowhere near the shade
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| Will You step in this life and take control
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| I’m always waiting, procrastinating
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| I feel so useless on my own
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| You’re always waiting just in time to save me
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| I’m not so useless, I’m not alone
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| So here I am
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| It’s 3 A. M — no better time to begin
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| So I’m a day late
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| At least a buck short
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| I’ve got no chance to make this on my own
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| I don’t have it made
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| I’m nowhere near the shade
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| Will You step in this life and take control
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| Take control |