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If I can get through the day, |
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I'll have a date with the moon. |
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That's how I spend all my worthless time on the sand, |
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Thinking that my ship will be coming soon. |
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Look at these hands, |
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They've been in gloves for years. |
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That's how I spend all my worthless rounds in the ring, |
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Hoping that the other guy will disappear. |
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But you and your face of light. |
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It's a brilliant roman candle that separates the day from the night. |
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It's that clean, clear truth that sorts our the wrong from the right. |
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You and your face of light. |
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If I can get through tonight, |
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I'm waking up with my wings. |
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There's no way I can sleep my way through a fight, |
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And I think I'm gonna like what tomorrow brings. |
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Look at my eyes, |
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Don't even know who I am. |
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That's how I spend all my worthless time on the floor, |
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Waiting for you to tell me I'm a man. |
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But you and your face of light. |
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It's a brilliant roman candle that separates the day from the night. |
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It's that clean, clear truth that sorts our the wrong from the right. |
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You and your face of light |
