Late, I can stay up late In and out of bed Cleaning up the mess Trying to be honest 'Cause I know I am on it In this the last time I speak of it The loyalties that have been broken Mine isn't dead
One thing is true Nothing is sacred When everyone's talking And nobody's listening When we confide in all those friends They're just messengers
One thing is true You throw the matters into blue skies Turning to grey, Falling out everyday
One thing that's free I confide in you with the truth
Late, I can stay up late In and out of bed Cleaning up the mess inside my head
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