Tomorrow Home Grown

Awake at ground zero
another day wasting away
Nothing seems to matter,
cuz nothing's ever changed!
California dreamin'
has never meant that much to me,
when living in this nightmare comes so easily!

Holding on,
when I don't belong.
If this is right,
then I can't go on.
Holding on,
when I know right now I'll never make it.

Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow,
and figure out where to begin,
maybe I wont feel so hollow,
but I'm pretty sure that I'll be sleepin in.

Days seem like they're decades,
and minutes past like years gone by.
And still I sit here wasting,
the time of my life.
California dreamin will never mean that much to me,
and you'll never understand,
how I feel to be...

Holding on,
when you don't belong,
when you don't feel right,
but it's all you've got.
Holding on,
when I'm pretty sure I'll never make it!

Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow,
and figure out where to begin,
mabye I won't feel so hollow...

It's three A.M,
and it feels like these four walls are caving in,
please tell me I'm not alone...
Cuz I'm tired of sleeping in.

Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow,
and figure out where to begin,
maybe I wont feel so hollow,
but I'm pretty sure that I'll be sleepin in.

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