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"Come on, write me a song, gimme something to trust.
Just promise you won't let it be just the keys that you touch.
Give me something to believe in,
A breath from the breathing.
So write it down and don't think that I'll close my eyes.
'Cause lately I'm not dreaming,
So what's the point in sleeping?
It's just that at night, I've got nowhere to hide."
Sooo... when do things start looking up?
Just promise you won't let it be just the keys that you touch.
Give me something to believe in,
A breath from the breathing.
So write it down and don't think that I'll close my eyes.
'Cause lately I'm not dreaming,
So what's the point in sleeping?
It's just that at night, I've got nowhere to hide."
Sooo... when do things start looking up?