- cifra
It's eight o'clock in the morning
Now I'm entering in my bed
Had a few dreams about you
I can't tell you what we did
I expected to see ya
On your morning run again
I know I shouldn't be watching
'Cause every time I feel the pain
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You told me it wasn't over
And that we'd be together soon
But was this before or after
You told me to leave your room
I used to think we'd make it far
It turned out that we are
It's such a shame
That we weren't the same at all
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