Who's to say you're never wrong
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Who's to say that I'm not already gone
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Who's to say the time inside your head
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Keeps running on, and on, and on, and on
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Who's to say we'll make it through
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I'm starting to believe that what we think is never true
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Who's to say the rhymes besides your bed
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Will keep you warm when everything is getting colder
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And I'm just holding on until it's over
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CHORUS:
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Mayday...
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Somebody save me now
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I'm closing my eyes, cause once the sun rise
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It's out of my hands
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It's out of my hands
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Who's to say this history
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Isn't only just some winner's distant memory
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You can't escape this drying ink
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The fall of who we are is getting closer
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And I'm just holding on until it's over
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CHORUS:
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Mayday...
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Somebody save me now
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I'm cutting all ties from the world outside
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Cause it's over my head
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It's all coming undone, and falling apart somehow
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I'm closing my eyes, cause once the sun rise
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It's out of my hands
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It's out of my hands
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BRIDGE:
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The light pulls me under
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And I just keep on caving
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CHORUS:
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Mayday...
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Somebody save me now
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I'm cutting all ties to the world outside
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Cause it's over my head, my head, my head
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It's all coming undone, and falling apart somehow
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I'm closing my eyes, cause once the sun rise
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It's out of my hands
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Oh, It's out of my hands
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Circadian
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David Cook |