At the end of every night
I never know the perfect time
To hit the bedside light...
I want you to know what's going on
In my mind
I thought I was immortal a little while ago
I thought that I was right but now I know
I'm wrong about everything...
Don't know why I try
To fight with what is right
The truth is on our lips
It looks like time to tell
But you know I could be wrong about that as well
I thought a happy ending was more or less assured
I thought a little warmth could win the war
I'm wrong about everything...
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