Wait 'Til The Morning

On the ugly side of midnight without a script
 The mask has slipped
 And make-up runs in mirrors down the stair
 It's the usual case of
 The only point being proven
 Is the one that was first made
 Wait till the morning
 The hours will turn you as you lay
 Wait till the morning
 When no one's listening anyway
 No greater good will come of it
 Just wait...
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 When eyes are bloodshot tired it's time to make
 a swift escape and stop
 Trying to change a shovel into a spade
 It's all the same
 But the evening lacks the foresight to concede
 And no one sees
 The names upon the leaderboard
 Cause no one's in the lead
 Wait till the morning
 The hours will turn you as you sleep
 Wait till the morning
 Burn the fiendish effigy
 Throw out the lofty arguments
 There are no more ways to say these things
 We are all designed to wax and wane
 The light will come back on again
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 Just wait...