I left a box of memories lying on the floor.
Monday morning, hesitate
I can't get out of bed
I'd rather go back to the dreams
I'm living in my head.
I can't get out of bed
I'd rather go back to the dreams
I'm living in my head.
Ride on, ride ?til early morning turn
Ride on, like the dawning of the day
It's too late to let all your feelings show
Go on ?til the night is swept away
Running from the city lights
Running from this empty life
I'm running out of time tonight Screaming out for help!
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