| I can see the sun, I can see the day
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| Crawling closer as the night fades away
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| I can feel the light shining down on me
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| Oh Lord, I better go back to sleep
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| Every morning I get so confused
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| On what I’m supposed to do
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| And I don’t know who you’ve become
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| Or who to talk to anymore
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| I fell in love when I was seventeen
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| Never learned to be alone
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| And I broke away from everything I need
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| And I’ll never be the same
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| At the bottom of a sea without a line
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| I’ll be the first to go and you’ll be the last to leave
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| But I’m sure we’ll work it out
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| And I’m tired of getting old without a single dime to show
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| But I can’t keep worrying about it
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| And I’ve got a lot to say
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| But it comes out the wrong way
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| So I keep on writing songs
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| I don’t know at all where I’m gonna be this fall
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| But I’ll be there anyway (oh, Lord)
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| I fell in love when I was seventeen
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| Never learned to be alone
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| And I broke away from everything I need
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| And I’ll never be the same
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| At the bottom of a sea without a line |