| There was a time, not too long ago
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| Sleeping in a station, in isolation
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| Don’t need much money
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| But you’ve got to have some
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| Got no foundation
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| Just my motivation
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| And I will play until
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| Until my fingers bleed
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| I’m under no illusion
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| I know this world is bittersweet
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| Someday, I’ll wake up next to somebody
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| Somebody I love
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| Someday, I’ll wake and won’t have no worries
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| I’ve worried enough
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| Someday, I’ll make myself a home
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| And I won’t feel alone
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| But first I’ve got to hold on
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| Till it don’t hurt no more
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| Till it don’t hurt no more
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| I’ll bide my time
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| I won’t be going back
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| And if I miss a meal
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| It won’t be bad as that
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| I come from nothing
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| Still trying to escape
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| And if I learnt anything
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| It’s how to wait and wait and wait
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| Someday, I’ll wake up next to somebody
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| Somebody I love
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| Someday, I’ll wake and won’t have no worries
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| I’ve worried enough
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| Someday I’ll be myself a home
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| And I won’t feel alone
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| But first I’ve got to hold on
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| Till it don’t hurt no more
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| Till it don’t hurt no more
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| Someday I’ll make myself a home
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| And I won’t feel alone
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| But first I’ve got to hold on
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| Till it don’t hurt no more
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| Till it don’t hurt no more |