| Remember coming home at four in the morning
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| Before the sun was up
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| Back when the east was a fire of gold
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| Just waiting for the rest of the sky to fall in love
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| Our hope is just a metaphor, of something better
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| For all of our dreams tonight
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| And fear is just a shadow of, the things that matter the most
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| And I fear that I’m losing hope tonight
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| Oh, I feel like I’m dreaming
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| Oh, staring up at the ceiling
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| Oh, it’s four in the morning
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| I can’t sleep and it feels like a warning
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| Oh, yeah would you believe me?
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| If I could say it just the way that I’m feeling
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| Oh, the words that I wanted to say
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| I feel them slipping away
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| Remember that kid with the quivering lip
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| Whose heart was on his sleeve like a first aid kit?
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| Where are you now? |
| Where are you now?
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| Remember that kid didn’t know when to quit?
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| I still lose my breath when I think about it
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| Oh, where’d you go?
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| (Oh where’d you go?)
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| Oh, I feel like I’m dreaming
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| Oh, staring up at the ceiling
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| Oh, it’s four in the morning
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| I can’t sleep and it feels like a warning
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| Oh, yeah would you believe me?
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| If I could say it just the way that I’m feeling
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| Oh, the words that I wanted to say
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| I feel them slipping away
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| I know this isn’t what you wanted
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| Past words in the present are haunting us now
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| And on and on and on and on (I feel I’m slipping away)
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| My heartbeat could tell you it’s urgent
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| I try to shout but the words don’t come out
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| I feel I’m slipping away
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| Oh, I feel like I’m dreaming
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| Oh, staring up at the ceiling
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| Oh, it’s four in the morning
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| I can’t sleep and it feels like a warning
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| Oh, yeah would you believe me?
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| If I could say it just the way that I’m feeling
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| Oh, the words that I wanted to say
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| I feel them slipping away |