Got a feeling that I'm losing And
I'm never gonna win I can't be sure that
I'll be ready When the kill inside begins
Everyday and every night I cry alone And
though my chills won't tell my story Rest
assured that I'm gonna read it in my
bones
When you wake up in the morning Wishing
you were still in bed You know that you're
missing somethin' And you might as well
be dead
Everyday and every night you cry
all alone And though your chills
won't tell your story Rest assured that
I'm gonna read it in your bones
Now my back is building slowly I'll
be this way until my second childhood starts
to come around Got to hope it soon, yes And
Lord, I hope I'm not wrong
Because you know if I'm not The chills
that feel my eyes won't be for what they
came to me before No, Lord, not like
before
Baby, baby, everyday and every night
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