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It's three o'clock at the end of the day. |
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It's three o'clock in the morning gray. |
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I'm alone and |
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I'm very, very worried. |
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All the bottles of wine have ravaged my mind. |
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Another day's gone by and |
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I'm worried. |
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And the night, and the night, it is bitter and short. |
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For I know that a new day is coming. |
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Another day, another day, all alone and blue. |
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But for you |
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I've pursued nothing. |
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I dropped out of school to dwell on a dream, |
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And now all that guilt is engulfing me. |
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I can't concentrate, |
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I'm failing. |
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Oh, were can she be? |
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I'm alone and |
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I'm very, very worried. |
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I know that |
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I've always felt this way. |
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God, I know that it's always been this way. |
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Since I was young, |
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I've always felt this way. |
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Well, do I fuck myself for the consistency? |
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I know that |
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I have stumbled, and |
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I know I've not been sharp. |
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And when I'm leaving this world behind, |
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I won't bring another soul here to fall flat on their face, or leave this world unkind. |
