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Well,

I've wasted so much time I've heard the birds fly south and back before my eyes could take a look...

And my head's stuck between the notes and not the numbers and slumber to the thought of reading books.

I just wanna sit beneath

All her comfort and belief.

Because the moon's got claws

And I don't wanna go to sleep.

She'll always be my excuse

For a neverending use

Of helping me sit down

To find my thoughts in the lost and found

Cuz the moon's got claws,

And she's got me in her reach.

Well, it was Friday.

And I planned out what to do

I was to get myself ahead

And not look back...

Now its Sunday, and I didn't do

Jack shit... I sat around and

Just felt sorry for myself.

Well,

I've wasted so much time I've heard the birds fly south and back before my eyes could take a look...

And my head's stuck between the notes and not the numbers and slumber to the thought of reading books.

I just wanna sit beneath

All her comfort and belief.

Because the moon's got claws

And I don't wanna go to sleep.

She'll always be my excuse

For a neverending use

Of helping me sit down

To find my thoughts in the lost and found

Cuz the moon's got claws,

And she's got me in her reach

All day and night when I can't sleep...

Cuz I'm lost at seventeen,

Already tired of being tired.

There's a line for fools like me,

But "their" brain-style is required

And that line won't catch me tippin,

Cuz the moon keeps me from slipping out of reach.

I just wanna sit beneath

All her comfort and belief.

Because the moon's got claws

And I don't wanna go to sleep.

She'll always be my excuse

For a neverending use

Of helping me sit down

To find my thoughts in the lost and found

Cuz the moon's got claws,

And she's got me in her reach

All day and night when I can't sleep...

Cuz I'm lost at seventeen,

Already tired of being tired.

There's a line for fools like me,

But "their" brain-style is required

And that line won't catch me tippin,

Cuz the moon keeps me from slipping out I'm:

Cuz I'm lost at seventeen,

Already tired of being tired.

There's a line for fools like me,

But "their" brain-style is required

And that line won't catch me tippin,

Cuz the moon keeps me from slipping out of reach.