歌词
4 o'clock on a Tuesday afternoon, nothing seems to matter until I find my way to you
Now I'm left here all alone, singing to myself, but I'm tired of my songs
And I don't get much sleep any more I don't get much sleep
Sometimes I feel hopeless, and sometimes I feel good Either way
I don't have much choice and it just seems like I should
Writer(s): Heather Lynn Morgan, Jonathan Lawson, Ross Copperman, Jimmy Robbins
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