Up all night
Don?t know what to do
I?ve got my hand
Its gonna get bad
before it gets better
its gonna get worse
before
I see you
Like glass through a window
I stare at the
You didn?t need to wait so long
To find your
Get up, get out of bed
stop feeling sorry for yourself
There
Strange how the world seems so small sometimes
Strange how the
Most of Yesterday
I was wishing you were around
Most of Yesterday
I
So far
away from here
I’m sorry for the way that
I feel
I
Give it away, give it away now
Get down, get down
Give
Nice white house on a city street
Night falls down, a
Have you heard such a thing?
These dreams on the rise
Reach
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