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whats the point in going
even just for awhile
another wasted morning
returning to retire
who knows what you're feeling
when you hide behind a smile
another wasted speech
sleeping where you lie
so take this clay right here
and carve out what you want
something imagined
or a something that haunts
when you wake up tomorrow
dreaming of what you've done
you'll know where to find me
when you follow the sun
I'm barely listening
I'm barely awake
take the sleep from my eyes
wipe the sun from my face
when you wake up tomorrow
dreaming of what you've done
you'll know where to find me
when you follow the sun
chasing down horizons
through streets and backyards
leading us back home
where we belong
when I woke up today
I screamed "what have I done"
I know where to find you
I've got to
follow the sun
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