| There are twenty-three hours that I can get by
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| But the twenty-fourth hour is the one when I cry
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| I pray that it won’t come, but it comes anyhow
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| And the twenty-fourth hour is right about now
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| Right about now, the heartaches start calling
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| Right about now, the teardrops start falling
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| The late show is over and there’s no place to go
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| And it’s right about now, that I miss you so
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| I start counting the hours when daylight begins
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| Or I know that when night comes, just how it will end
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| I pray that it won’t come, but it comes anyhow
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| And the twenty-fourth hour is right about now
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| Right about now, the heartaches start calling
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| Right about now, the teardrops start falling
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| The late show is over and there’s no place to go
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| And it’s right about now, that I miss you so |