I woke up at 4:35 still jet lagged from another plane ride
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And opened my window over bondi beach
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Where all the stars seemed out of reach
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And recognized none but the southern cross
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Sitting on my bed with the light turned off
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Till i found a sweet song on the little clock radio and it made me cry
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Singing have some faith, have some faith
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And i don't know what i want but i know where i want to be
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And everywhere i go, i wish you were here with me
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Stars hang on tiny strings, my dreams are made of memories
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Once everything made sense, now i get so alone that i can't sleep
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Will somebody please tell me if this is where i'm supposed to be
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Bottles on the table and socks on the floor
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Trying to remember what i started this for
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When a surfer friend of mine came and picked me up
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And we paddled out as the sun was coming up
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Talking about how everybody has to find
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Something that gives them the strength to be alive
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And out laying on our boards in the southern hemisphere, he said to me
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Gotta have some faith, have some faith
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And i don't know what i want but i know where i want to be
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And everywhere i go, i wish you were here with me
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Stars hang on tiny strings, my dreams are made of memories
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Once everything made sense, now i get so alone that i can't sleep
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Will somebody please tell me if this is where i'm supposed to be
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Southern Cross
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Mason Jennings |