| I’m hoping for
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| A song that will come to me when I’m asleep
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| Because I can’t lie
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| And so I can’t write
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| Eyes in the dark
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| And it occurred to me that I have spent
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| My whole life
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| Starting over
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| Caught pining for the things that I could have been
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| I could have been a gold digger
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| I could have been a gunslinger
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| I could have been a little bigger
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| I could have been my own ringer
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| I could have been a pop singer
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| I could have been a pop singer
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| I could have been a pop singer
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| But what I am is the silence
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| I crawled into the spotlight
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| Cleared my throat and I closed my eyes
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| I sang a song that I didn’t like
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| I sang a song that I didn’t like
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| And I was left in the long night
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| I hoped to God that I wouldn’t die
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| Before I gave it an honest try
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| Now I try
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| And I try
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| And try
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| To recall a little white light
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| Put me back into my right mind
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| I dig a hole and see what I can find
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| I dig a hole and see what I can find
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| I’ve been burying my whole life
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| Beneath the lie that it looks like
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| Beneath the song that I didn’t write
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| Beneath the song that I didn’t write
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| I crawled into the spotlight
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| And in my state I was a sorry sight
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| I sing a song 'til I get it right
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| I sing a song 'til I get it right |