| Be Your Own 3am |
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| I took my shoes off, crawled into bed |
| Thought I had nothin' left |
| I got his number in January, it was so freezing |
| I am ruined best when I am cold |
| And my love got too old, I was left alone |
| I just needed someone who would appreciate the growth |
| And I can’t remember the last time I enjoyed the snow |
| Now I hold my own hands in crowds of bands and my friends |
| Jan always says to me, «you gotta be your own 3am» |
