At midnight I'm alone,
With just the sound of the rain
Outside a window
where the moon is gone
And the stars have flown.
Just have the sound of the radio
To accompany dreams;
Just the protection of headphones
To shelter the belief
That I'm someone,
That I'm not alone.
I don't want to be trapped below.
I want to follow the stars
To where they have flown
But I don't want to go all on my own.
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~ a/n
the video is We Are Young by Fun.
they played it sometime after midnight on the radio station I was listening to
so I thought I'd put it in here :)
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