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Broken Sleep

Sunshine, Through my window, I try to wake Broken sleep and broken dreams Is my luck so cold I try to shake, my haunted past Sorry, so sorry Sorry, so sorry Driving home from the show I saw your lies, I knew you'd been with her As cold as ice My blood ran cold Sorry, so sorry Sorry, so sorry Haunted by the past Am i strong or am i weak And all this broken sleep Sorry, so sorry Sorry, so sorry Sorry, so sorry Sorry, so sorry