She’s got these problems in her head
She needs to work out
Right before she goes to bed
And then she wakes up in a sweat
Only to find the music’s gone
The sun’s come up and she can worry about the day
She’s hypocritical at times
When she goes out the door
Singing songs of rhymes
Watching the poverty and crimes
Only to find that nothing’s changed
The music’s gone and she can worry about the day
I’m sorry I never got to meet you
You seem lovely and I wish we could have met
I’m sorry I never got to see you seem beautiful on your set
The days go on and pass her by
She sings to heaven makes a promise not to cry
But it gets swallowed by the night
And then she finds the music’s gone
The sun’s come up and she can worry about the day
Her angels hum their song of pride
She made a promise
But she knew that she had lied
She gave it up when she had cried
And now she finds the music’s gone
But she can’t worry about the day
Chorus
She’s seen the dead just walk on by
As if they’re playing parts
And her whole world’s a lie
Only to find the music’s gone
The sun’s come up and she can worry about the day
She plays the games of devils night
She’s satisfied with mediocre parts of life
Until she opened up her eyes
Only to find the music’s gone
The sun’s come up but she can’t worry about the day
Chorus
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Lyrics submitted by James.