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It's three o'clock in the morning and it's time to go,
The traffic's moving just like a circus show,
There's a car crash in my head and one on the road,
And nothing seems to go as I planned it to go.
So I'll just take it as it goes,
'Cause it all just might be a joke,
And I'll just take it as it comes,
'Cause it goes away,
With my better days.
In every situation there's a moment of hope,
From fifty seventh to the streets of Rome.
So we stand in line and quietly wait our turn,
Just to see that nothing's as it's supposed to be.
And I'll just take it as it comes,
'Cause it all might just be a joke.
I just take it as it comes,
'Cause it goes away,
To my better days.
Woaahh
So much to see,
But I'm caught inbetween
All that I've got
Woah-oahh
Well I can't choose between,
What's fake and what's real,
Coax me to stop, won't you,
Come and lift me up?
And I'll just take it as it comes,
'Cause it all might just be a joh-oh-oke.
I just take it as it comes,
'Cause it goes away,
To my better days.