Long days and lonely nights
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Makes the morning seem so bright
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But when my feet they hit the ground
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I know that I'm safe and sound
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My foolish acts I don't have to be
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More than just a memory
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When I come on back around
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It's the new me coming through, I feel
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When I come back around
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Wake up and look all around
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When I come back around
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Wake up and look all around
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When I come back around
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Wake up and look all around
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When I come back around
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Wake up and look all around
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Don't ask me why I do that stuff
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Take it too far it's never enough
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Spiraling self loathing styles
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Hanging out
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With audiophiles
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But when I start to wake
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From the hypnogagic state
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Feel that I can see the light
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Come on up from day to night
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When I come back around
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Wake up and look all around
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When I come back around
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Wake up and look all around
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When I come back around
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Wake up and look all around
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When I come back around
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Wake up and look all around
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But when I start to wake
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From the hypnogogic state
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Feel that I can see the light
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Come on up from day to night
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When I come back around
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Wake up and look all around
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When I come back around
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Wake up and look all around
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When I come back around
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Wake up and look all around
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When I Come Back Around
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| Jamie Lidell |
