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It was heavy rain |
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Testing to the fountain she watered |
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Blossom your kitten soul |
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I'll throw to the vision |
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At that time of the night |
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When streetlights throw crosses through window frames |
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Paranoia roams where the shadows reign |
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Ohh at that time of the night |
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At that time of the night, your senses tangled in some new perfume |
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Criticism triggers of a loaded room |
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Ohh at that time of the night |
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So if you ask me how do I feel inside, I could honestly tell you |
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We've been taken on a very long ride |
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And if my owners let me have some free time some day |
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With all good intention I would probably run away |
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Clutching the short straw |
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At that time of the night when questions rally in an open mind |
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Summon all your answers with an ice cube chime |
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Ohh at that time of the night |
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At that time of the night pretend you're off the hook with the telephone |
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Your confidence wounded in a free fire zone |
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Ohh at that time of the night |
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So if you ask me where do I go from here |
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My next destination even isn't really that clear |
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So if you join me and get on your kness and pray |
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I'll show you salvation, we'll take the alternative way |
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Clutching the short straw |
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If I had enough money, I'd buy a round for that boy over there |
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A companion in my madness in the mirror the one with the silvery hair |
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If some kind soul could please pick up my tab |
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And while they're at it if they could pick up my broken heart |
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Warm wet circles |
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Warm wet circles |
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Warm wet circles |
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