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Another day I'm at your bedside
At least I have a place to go
Running circles stuck in my mind
Feeling sick you're wanting more
If I could try
To stay awake I'd be there at your door
If I could trade
Away my time to give you a little more
I would
Another day I'm at your bedside
Lamentations, stricken core
Vicious circles, stuck in my mind
There's no other place to go
If I could try
To stay up late I'd be there at your door
If I could trade
Away my time to give you a little more
I would