Eight tired eyes stare squinting through the early morning sunrise Twenty-three more exits 'til we're far from home Arguments and stupid fights As stop
choose that crowd instead But that's okay You know you need them They may be a dime a dozen But you're broke and crave attention So you'll take what
've got a little fight left in my heart And if you plan to leave me now Wake me up Wake me up Wake me up... Take your swings then take one more The other
good at finding the ways out We'll sit you down We'll talk this out Just stick by me 'til morning hits your eyes Don't listen to a word they say Or take
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