I'm not exaggerating.
It's 3 a.m.; She thinks it's the morning.
I'm taping my eyelids open
While I sit her mourning
The sleep that I lost.
Kids come with a cost.
It's 3 a.m.; She thinks it's the morning.
I'm taping my eyelids open
While I sit her mourning
The sleep that I lost.
Kids come with a cost.
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