Counting moments I didn't take
It's not like me to listen
Now there's dreams that I'm missing
I make the bed in which I lie
Yeah, I'm getting up, I'm falling down
I'm searching for a solid ground
Trying to solve all my problems
In the bottle at the bottom
Oh, in the end all I found
Was emptiness, a hollow sound
Close my eyes and all I see
And a few forgotten dreams
Last chance to fall asleep
But the sun begins to creep
In the spur of the moment
The sunshine hits my sunken eyes
All I found was emptiness
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