The nights are getting shorter
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I don’t know where they go
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And I am getting older
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And it's starting to show
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And ever since I left my mother
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It’s much harder to know
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How to make my own life here
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How to make my own home
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I don’t want to wake up lonely
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I don’t want to just be fine
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I don't want to keep on hoping
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Forget what I have in mind
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I don’t want to wake up lonely
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I don’t want to just be fine
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I don't want to keep on hoping
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Forget what I have in mind
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Forget what I have in mind
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I remember the time when a kiss on the hand was enough
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Cause we knew we were free
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And we knew what it meant to be loved
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But ever since I left my father
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It’s much harder to know
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How to live my own life here
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When all I need is home
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I don’t want to wake up lonely
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I don’t want to just be fine
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I don't want to keep on hoping
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Forget what I have in mind
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I don’t want to wake up lonely
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I don’t want to just be fine
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I don't want to keep on hoping
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Forget what I have in mind
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Forget what I have in mind
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As faces start to fade
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They’re slipping through my hands
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It's where my heart was made
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And my feet will always land
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I don’t want to wake up lonely
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I don’t want to just be fine
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I don't want to keep on hoping
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Forget what I have in mind
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I don’t want to wake up lonely
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I don’t want to just be fine
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I don't want to keep on hoping
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Forget what I have in mind
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Forget what I have in mind
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Mother & Father
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| Broods |
