| 3 AM, A boy sits outside his house, lonely with his guitar. |
| But then he plays a
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| melody that’s so familiar, it reminds him of who we are
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| So I’m vast to all of your hopes and chase your dreams with all the things that
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| you know live each day like it could be your last cause it’s work can be a
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| cruel place the more you give it seems the more you lose faith hold on tight
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| and things will be just fine
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| To the people that can hear us, here’s a message that’s unwinding.
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| Don’t break hearts and try to shake hands, because we’re living in a time of
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| living’s last chance. |
| Let your spirit soar.
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| Ooo yeah. |
| Go!
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| Now it’s half past three and I can see the task that has been placed before me,
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| don’t live your life with regret because there will be things you will miss.
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| To the people that can hear us, here’s a message that’s unwinding.
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| Don’t break hearts and try to shake hands, because we’re living in a time of
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| living’s last chance. |
| Let your spirit soar.
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| If you don’t believe me, I’ll just keep my mouth shut. |
| Yeah, right. |
| Woah.
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| 4 AM, the boy can’t fall asleep, cause there’s a girl that always haunts him in
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| his dreams. |
| So heed his warning and don’t break hearts.
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| Don’t break hearts and try to shake hands, because we’re living in a time of
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| living’s last chance. |
| Let your spirit soar. |
| Woah |