Silently he lays in his bed
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Holding on close to the dark colored sheets
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That he hopes will somehow listen to his words
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Can't wait for morning light
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When he'll put on a smile
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And mask the fear and pain
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He hides inside
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He's looking for someone to kiss him
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And tell him
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Everything will be alright
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Everything will be alright, alright
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He's screaming for someone to listen
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Someone to care
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Where did everyone run and hide?
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So he sits in an empty mall parking lot
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In his old Pontiac
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Hoping that someone will call
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Then he slowly drives away
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Into the night
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Trying to conjure up the courage
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To cut the wheel and drive
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He's looking for someone to kiss him
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And tell him
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Everything will be alright
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Everything will be alright, alright
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He's screaming for someone to listen
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Someone to care
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Where did everyone run and hide?
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He's looking for a new way of going nowhere
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(And he wonders whatever happened to the so called glory-days)
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He's looking for a new way of going nowhere
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(He's so far gone now)
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He's gonna run and hide
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He's gonna run and hide
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(and he wonders whatever happened to the so called glory-days)
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He's gonna run and hide to those so-called glory-days.
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And he thinks...
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He's looking for someone to kiss him
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And tell him
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Everything will be alright
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Everything will be alright, alright
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He's screaming for someone to listen
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Someone to care
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Where did everyone run and hide?
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Seatbelts Are Saviors
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| Lux Courageous |
