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Counting Crows on the radio
Ten o'clock, late drive home
It's cold and I'm freezing
And it's going to be a long October
And I don't have reason to believe in much of anything
Alright
Bouncing Souls on my speaker phone
Hartford, walking all alone
Back and forth from six to four
Metal walls, cold concrete floor
Yesterday's leaves started falling down
And I hope for my sake I didn't lose it all
My mind is gone and so am I
But now I see the world through different eyes

So everything around me is starting to weigh me down
But I'm not dead, I swear to God
I'm sleeping on the ground
Everything around me is starting to weigh me down
But I'm not dead, I swear to God
I'm making my way out

Foo Fighters on my headphones on the way to the next show
It's still cold and I'm freezing
And it's been a long December
A reason to bury this year in the past
In the past
My mind is gone and so am I
But now I see the world through different eyes

So everything around me is starting to weigh me down
But I'm not dead, I swear to God
I'm sleeping on the ground
Everything around me is starting to weigh me down
But I'm not dead, I swear to God
I'm making my way out

When I was young, my dad would always say
"The darkest night's before the brightest day"
I found my way, but it was just on luck
Took me laying on my back to start looking back

Everything around me is starting to weigh me down
But I'm not dead, I swear to God
I'm sleeping on the ground
Everything around me is starting to weigh me down
But I'm not dead, I swear to God
I'm making my way out

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