| Five days have passed in silence
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| Footsteps make sole reminders
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| That we could share the senses
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| That make the monsters above us
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| And at two in the sad A. M
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| The voices, they growl again
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| One sounds like Suzie
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| Sometimes we call the lawman
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| Can’t tell but get involved with
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| These things that make the mornings
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| A time when monsters ignore love
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| And at two in the sad A. M
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| The voices, they growl again
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| One sounds like Suzie
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| Strange words exchanged between them
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| Wonder why she sees him?
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| Maybe the bottle’s stronger than love
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| And so she’s the monster
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| And at two in the sad A. M
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| The voices, they growl again
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| One sounds like Suzie
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| And at two in the sad A. M
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| The voices, they growl again
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| One sounds like Suzie |