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'Six o'clock on a Christmas morning...' |
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'And for what?' |
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'Well, isn't it for the honor of God, [Samples from the film 'The Dead',] |
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Aunt Kate?' [an adaptation of James Joyce's ] |
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'I know all about the honor of God, [short story from his book ] |
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Mary Jane.' ['Dubliners'. ] |
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Six o'clock the siren kicks him from a dream |
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Tries to shake it off but it just won't stop |
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Can't find the strength but he's got promises to keep |
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And wood to chop before he sleeps |
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I may never get over |
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but never's better than now |
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I've got bases to cover |
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He's in the parking lot and he's just sitting in his car |
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It's nine o'clock but he can't get out |
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He lights a cigarette |
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and turns the music down |
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but just can't seem to shake that sound |
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Once I thought I'd get over |
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but it's too late for me now |
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I've got bases to cover |
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Melody walks through the door |
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and memory flies out the window |
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and nobody knows what they want |
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'til they finally let it all go |
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The pain inside |
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coming outside |
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So many ways to drown a man |
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So many ways to drag him down |
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Some are fast and some take years and years |
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Can't hear what he's saying when he's talking in his sleep |
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He finally found the sound but he's in too deep |
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I could never get over |
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Is it too late for me now? |
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Feel like blowing my cover |
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Melody walks through the door |
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and memory flies out the window |
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and nobody knows what they want |
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'til they finally let it all go |
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But don't cut your losses too soon |
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'cause you'll only be cutting your throat |
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And answer a call while you still hear at all |
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'cause nobody will if you won't |
| [4 times] |
'Six o'clock on a Christmas morning...' |
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'I know all about the honor of God, |
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Mary...' |
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'I know all about the honor of God, [Samples from the film 'The Dead',] |
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Mary Jane.' [an adaptation of James Joyce's ] |
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[short story from his book ] |
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['Dubliners'. ] |
