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It's 2AM and it's raining again
And I'm feeling tired in my heart
And I can't shift it out again
And I know about the way it feels
And I know just what it entails
And we take our positions on the firing line
It's nearly time
It's raining again and I feel like I'm playing a part
From the start and I feel like I'm taking apart
The way it's been going
When their money can talk and the rain won't stop
And your glory days have taken a beating
Stick around for your fortune and fame
Put your hours in the bank of no interest claim
In '49 when the gold rush came now it's 2001
Some things never change
Talk to me insecurity as it bleeds me
But got this fire that burns
Got a heart that just never learns
And the fortune and the fame
Looking back upon the days when the band couldn't play
Take it all
So wake up stay up you look wonderful
Wake up take up
Got a bitter little cocktail of our weaknesses and faults
And we trampled it in the mud till it was emotional pulp
It's 3AM and it's raining again
And I'm feeling tired
Felt a little bit lucky, had a cease-fire for the night
My magazine was running dry
It's 2AM and it's raining again   And I'm feeling tired in my heart   And I can't shift it out again   And I know about the way it feels   And I know just what it entails   And we take our positions on the firing line   It's nearly time   It's raining again and I feel like I'm playing a part   From the start and I feel like I'm taking apart   The way it's been going   When their money can talk and the rain won't stop   And your glory days have taken a beating   Stick around for your fortune and fame   Put your hours in the bank of no interest claim   In '49 when the gold rush came now it's 2001   Some things never change   Talk to me insecurity as it bleeds me   But got this fire that burns   Got a heart that just never learns   And the fortune and the fame   Looking back upon the days when the band couldn't play   Take it all   So wake up stay up you look wonderful   Wake up take up   Got a bitter little cocktail of our weaknesses and faults   And we trampled it in the mud till it was emotional pulp   It's 3AM and it's raining again   And I'm feeling tired   Felt a little bit lucky, had a cease-fire for the night   My magazine was running dry