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Two-Thirty In The Morning
I can't begin to find my way home
Cause it seems like such a long time ago
I've been searchin' for a ticket to get me there
Some one who shares my dream, so one who cares
It's two-thirty in the morning and i'm wide awake
I'm alive but this sleepieness my soul can't shake
The hour's set back and the clocks have changed
But the sun, the moon, and stars still remain the same
I'm screamin' out in silence
I'm waking up just to fall asleep
I'm not in love with myself or any body else
I just gotta get out of this place
The stage has been set and the costumes are all pressed
The props are all painted and the actors are getting dressed
No one's got the script, it's comes from the top of our heads
The crowd thins out, goes home to sleep in their beds
And the guild gets together only to do it again
Will it go on like this forever or will it ever end
The audience reconviens, shuffles in, watches so intense
They clap their hands and cheer, but are they at all impresssed
Some times we're the actors
Some times we're in the seats
Some times we're the strangers
That we often meet
And some times we're so tired
That we wanna go back to sleep
