2 p.m in the morning
It's got me thinking
It seems I'm never letting go of memory
Cause this place reminds me of history
About the people that I've left
and the ones that I've kept
Sometimes I'm wasting my time
Don't know why I keep pressing rewind
You can't choose what the universe bring
Just take the good side of life, or everything
Like a poem turned into melody
How much they are in sync.
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