Daybreak

A censored write up on love in yesterday's paper

Left me feeling lonely

As rotten paper falls from my notebook

I had to bring myself to pick up my jawYou can't stop daybreak, daybreakWell In the back of my mind she sits

With her arms around his chest

If I had four hands

I could hold you like you wanted

And I'd give you my soul

To see that it's been sold

That it's been sold

That it's been sold

That it's been soldYou can't stop daybreak

With your voice inside

Scribbled on an empty sidewalk through his life

Flipping page by page

Looking up so far downYou can't stop daybreak, daybreakDisappointed

From her looks of despair

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