It's eight o'clock in the morning, now I'm entering my bed
Had a few dreams about you, I can't tell you what we did
I expected to see ya, on your morning run again
I Know I shouldn't be watching, 'cause every time I feel the pain

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La la la la

You told me it wasn't over and that we'd be together soon
But was this before or after, you told me to leave your room?
I used to think we'd make it far, it turned out that we are
It's such a shame that we weren't the same at all

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-lala
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-lala
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la

(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
(La-la-la-lala) hey
(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la) uh, oh, yeah
(La-la-la-la)
(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
(La-la-la-lala)

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Writer(s): Martin Leslie Green, Michael Powell, Victoria Walker