This is my hour, I'm never going to bed.
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The sky is still black, but begs to be red.
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I just put my book down, but it begs to be read
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I'm not nod, I'm not napper, never rest my head.
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Some days I feel I'm getting smaller and smaller,
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But some nights, I seem to grow taller and taller.
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And we keep shrinkin' and shrinkin' but this will not finish.
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You're never nothing, if you didn't disappear.
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Just when I discovered the meaning of life, they change it.
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Just when I'm loving life, it seems to start raining.
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I pulled the sail safe switch, sea sail and I'm into the stars.
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I love the rain out my skies. The sky's now red, my eyes reflect jets.
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Smiling at this blessing, this life is the best.
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I came to this world with nothing
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And I leave with nothing but love
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Everything else is just borrowed
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I want to notice chances I've passed without notice
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I want to see details previously veiled.
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I want to grab that chance, carry it home
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So I can marry and know
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That I noticed every chance
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That I could have passed without notice
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I saw details that to all were veiled.
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And I grabbed those chances, carried them home
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And then I'll have had it with roaming
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I came to this world with nothing
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And I leave with nothing but love
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Everything else is just borrowed
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I want to speak every cliche but tweak if i've seen change
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In new way it could be said.
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If it's bleak, or if the week's leaking down the street
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Or if any days wasted I want to face facts.
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My time on this earth is my only penny,
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Wise is the gent counting every moment spent.
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I don't want to explain things, don't wanna fill in the gaps,
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I want to look at my friends and in that minute be at :
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Memories are times we borrow
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For spending tomorrow.
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Memories are times we borrow
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For spending tomorrow.
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I came to this world with nothing
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And I leave with nothing but love
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Everything else is just borrowed
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If spit like luck, you can only seem,
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To borrow it, you can't keep it.
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When the wind of change whistles into play
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Will I blink or flinch away?
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The wind of change won't whistle me away
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If I spin my tails and sail.
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And sail away, let yesterday become today.
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I came to this world with nothing
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And i leave with nothing but love
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Everything else is just borrowed
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As time will say, nothing but
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I told you so
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Memories are times we borrow
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For spending tomorrow.
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Everything Is Borrowed
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The Streets |