I, I could be anything
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But for the fault that I've acquired on my way
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We, We were the end of it
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But now we see the sun shining in our face
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We see the sun shining in our face
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So come on, come on we can be saved
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The lives we live, the wars we wage
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When everyone just tells us how to feel
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We're sleeping at the wheel
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And I, I would give anything
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But for the grace of God I'm here and still aware
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We know the end is overrated
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We've became the walls we raise
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We don't believe enough but we still cared
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Standing on the edge without a prayer
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So come on, come on it's all we got
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Our hands are full, our lives are not
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The loose affiliation with the real
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We're sleeping at the wheel
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All of the time we've lost
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All of the love we gave
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And now these hands are tied
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I can't help thinking
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That I was in the days I was losing my place
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I was screaming out at everything
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Waiting for the walls to come down
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Before my moments starts of fade
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But everything that's perfect falls away
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So come on, come on we can be saved
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The lives we live, the wars we wage
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When everyone just tells us how to feel
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We're sleeping at the wheel
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We're sleeping at the wheel
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Just sleeping at the wheel
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Sleeping at the Wheel
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Matchbox 20 |