Awake at ground zero
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another day wasting away
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Nothing seems to matter,
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cuz nothing's ever changed!
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California dreamin'
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has never meant that much to me,
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when living in this nightmare comes so easily!
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Holding on,
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when I don't belong.
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If this is right,
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then I can't go on.
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Holding on,
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when I know right now I'll never make it.
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Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow,
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and figure out where to begin,
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maybe I wont feel so hollow,
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but I'm pretty sure that I'll be sleepin in.
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Days seem like they're decades,
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and minutes past like years gone by.
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And still I sit here wasting,
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the time of my life.
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California dreamin will never mean that much to me,
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and you'll never understand,
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how I feel to be...
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Holding on,
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when you don't belong,
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when you don't feel right,
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but it's all you've got.
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Holding on,
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when I'm pretty sure I'll never make it!
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Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow,
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and figure out where to begin,
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mabye I won't feel so hollow...
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It's three A.M,
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and it feels like these four walls are caving in,
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please tell me I'm not alone...
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Cuz I'm tired of sleeping in.
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Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow,
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and figure out where to begin,
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maybe I wont feel so hollow,
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but I'm pretty sure that I'll be sleepin in.
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Tomorrow
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| Home Grown |
