rise before the sun
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we'll leave when it lifts
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the show must go on
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so we start on the run
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buy us a meal
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or buy us some time
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if we want to arrive there
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look ahead at the road
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you can't see a thing
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but maybe we'll make it before it's too late
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there is no time to wait
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turn, turn on the lights
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as they drive by
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worked on the side
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keep your eyes on the road
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hands on the wheel
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don't let us slip
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this is almost a nightmare
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turn, turn on the heat
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they can't feel a thing
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as i fall asleep
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keep your eyes off the white
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don't let us die tonight
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white days like this i'll never miss
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they only come once a year
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feel the passing of day
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where nothing has changed
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night has determined to force us away
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buy me a room
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with bed and amuse this is almost resourceful
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stop, don't hit the breaks
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they don't do a thing
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we made it to nowhere with no time to spare
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no one said life was fair
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white days like this i'll never miss
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they only come once a year
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White Days
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| The Juliana Theory |
