So hard to find one's voice.
To get your thoughts situated.
Not enough hours in the night.
So I'm left sedated.
Up at a fast pace, up to face the Sun.
Up to see the day end, up to call it done.
Now don't get upset, don't just complain.
Not every part of this is gonna go your way
Because its hard to find your voice
To get your thoughts situated
There wasn't enough hours in the night
So you still feel sedated
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