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Nocturnal


I sit here thinking about tomorrows,
And all the evenings I'll be asleep.
I'll sit and watch the stars go be,
Sitting here alone with me.

It seems the only option I have,
I have to work to live at school.
Stuck in my room doing homework,
Until I go to school, to sleep, to work.

Go to my room. Go to school.
Go to sleep. Go to work.
Go to my room. Go to school.
Go to sleep. Go to work.

When will I ever have time for you?

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