| Between the streetlight being brighter than the half moon
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| I can’t help but lay awake in my bedroom
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| The calm water should inspire my weary eyes
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| But this boy is running wild in overdrive
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| The hushed street is booming louder than my heartbeat
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| The sunrise reverberates, I will never sleep
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| The calm water should inspire my weary eyes
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| But this boy is running wild in overdrive
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| Roll around, hair in a fit, rattle on thoughtful mind
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| Cruel world, can’t change a thing, crying at the television
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| Falling thru door after door into another room
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| Break down in a dreamless mood
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| The calm water echoes back in my weary eyes
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| But this boy is holding on to his thoughtful mind
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| Roll around hair in a fit, rattle on thoughtful mind
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| Cruel world can’t change a thing, crying at the television
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| Roll around hair in a fit, rattle on thoughtful mind
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| Cruel world can’t change a thing
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| Concrete breaks apart by my thumping heavy heart
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| Go on, go in, fall asleep
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| The calm water pulls me down with my weary eyes
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| So this boy can get lost his thoughtful mind
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| Wonderful peace in the air
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| Cruel world you are alone
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| Don’t say that you aren’t
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| A little bitter
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| A little confident, you loose
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| You are, falling out, the high window
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| Roll around, hair in a fit, rattle on thoughtful mind
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| Cruel world, can’t change a thing, crying at the television
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| Roll around, hair in a fit, rattle on thoughtful mind
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| Cruel world, can’t change a thing |