Happy Hour Lyrics

i spent so much time
keeping dreams alive
dreams i knew were lies
so much time
wishing things could stay the same
while others dodged the game
i spent so much time
it kept me down
while others were making ground
so much time
as much as i could borrow
never thinking about tomorrow
and i don't know why.
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The Method (1997)
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