Lately after dark
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I've been wandering through the park
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With the angry words you said
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Wandering through my head
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There's nothing I can do
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To keep from feeling like I blew
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The only chance I had to make it better
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The shadow on the wall
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Is looking down from 10 feet tall
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And I wonder what it sees
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As I stumble through the streets
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To never feel alone
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It seemed written down in stone
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But now it's all I can do
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To try and forget her
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40 hours
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And counting
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I could shut my eyes
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And sleep here
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Morning comes and goes
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And I'm tangle in the throes
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In the stillness of my room
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And the bandage on my wound
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My heart becomes a bird
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She set free with just a word
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And now I'm wishing
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That I had never met her
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40 hours
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And counting
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I could shut my eyes
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And sleep here
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People rushing by
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Out the corner of my eye
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A kaleidoscope of bloom
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A mirror broke in two
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A thousand little stars
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And in a million little wars
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Scattered out across the open desert
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40 hours
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And counting
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I shut my eyes
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And sleep here
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[instrumental]
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A world is set ablaze
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By a never ending haze
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And you're closer than a tear
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I see you ever clear
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The rushes in the veins
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And there's nothing else to blame
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But every minute, every hour,
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Every second
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40 hours
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And counting
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I shut my eyes and sleep here
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Shut my eyes and sleep to dream
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Lately after dark
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I've been wandering thru the park
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With the angry words you said
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Wandering through my head
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There's nothing I can do
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To keep from feeling like I blew
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The only chance I had to make it better
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°¡»çÀÔ·ÂNAKMUSE
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40 Hours
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Howie Day |