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Too Late song art

Dappled sunlight, I barely feel awake
Count the minutes of all the time I waste

 

I scream at the top of my lungs
But I'm tired of a life on the run
In fear of what I could have done
Again, again
And I feel like I'm chasing the sun

And I hope when it's all said and done

This voice, I'm pushing it out of my head,

We're taking it over

 

The clock is ticking, I'm always there too late
Lose a second, it's always my mistake

I scream at the top of my lungs
But I'm tired of a life on the run
In fear of what I could have done
Again, again
And I feel like I'm chasing the sun

And I hope when it's all said and done

This voice, I'm pushing it out of my head,

We're taking it over

 

(Time it's taking, I won't make it
Minutes racing, find my pacing) 

I couldn't get away
But every single day
I couldn't get away
But every single day

I feel like I'm chasing the sun

And I hope when it's all said and done

This voice I'm pushing it out of my head

And I scream at the top of my lungs
But I'm tired of a life on the run
In fear of what I could have done
Instead, again
It’s slow, but I’m letting it come
This fear is something I'll overcome

In time, and in my wildest dreams

I'm taking it over

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