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Tuesday,3 A.M |
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Once again I'm wide awake. |
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Waiting for time to mend this part of me |
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that keeps on breaking. |
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Newspapers I threw away, |
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washed the dishes in the sink. |
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3 A.M. on Tuesday, |
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I have too much time to think. |
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And I could call up to heaven, |
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I could crawl down to hell, |
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Nothing changes the way things are and |
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nothing ever will. |
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He thinks I can't hear him crying |
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I pretend that I don't know, or |
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about all those 3 A.M.'s he spends wrestling with your ghost. |
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I hear him call up to heaven, |
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I watch him crawl down to hell, |
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He's not getting over you, |
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I know he never will. |
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Nothing he says can bring you back, |
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He's got nothing left to show |
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But a pocket watch and memories of a kiss out in the snow. |
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I hear him call up to heaven, |
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I watch him crawl down to hell. |
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He's not getting over you, |
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I know he never will. |
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I hear him call up to heaven, |
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I watch him crawl down to hell. |
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He's not getting over you, |
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I know he never will. |
