Daylight is fading like an awkward smile
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Sun hides behind the west coast
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I thought I thought I knew I had everything figured out
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Till night came and I lost my shadow
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Blend in with moonlight and broken glass
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Ten hours of panic will follow
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I'm lost, the trees look black, my red shirt is turning grey
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Strange things just won't stop appearing
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Give my day give me light!
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These days, those days...
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I was taught to bottle my emptiness
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Deal with my quarter life angst by painting pictures
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The tip of my pencil describes what I might have drawn
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Had my left brain and right hand been in contact
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Broken sentences now!
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Read on...
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Then all at once, the sky started raining
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Soaked to the bone, I stopped
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The people of night time came out of hiding
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One of them turned my way
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She said: I'd like to tell you some things I wish I'd known
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When I was young like you
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It won't take a second, but it could save you years
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Years pass like seconds out here
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I was enthralled with the way that she spoke so softly
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For a lady of her finesse and personal hygiene
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She had cuts, bruises, scrapes, scratches, hair tangled everywhere
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But she spoke in a way that commanded my attention
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You're at the top of your game
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You're in control of your life
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The peal of the oyster, the cream of the oreo,
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What I would give for that I hope you never know
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So live your life, don't sleep through the nights
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Life's for the living you've got to start living it right
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So live your life, don't sleep through the days
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Dreams are for living you've got to stop letting them die
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Plans For The Future
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| Said The Whale |
