| Sunday night and now I know
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| How the night can pass slow
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| All kinds of ugly outside that’s right
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| And I’m all alone tonight
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| Distant highway din
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| Leaky roof my doubt drips in
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| And as the street lights and my prospects dim
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| She turns in bed and thinks of him
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| Where’s the solace you can find
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| At the bottom of your mind?
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| Friends pushed me from behind
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| And I feel so empty I could die
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| A ladder to the edge
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| Hangover throbs inside my head
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| And all the stupid things I’ve ever said
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| Now make me wish that I was dead
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| It’s night time, Greenwich mean time
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| A man puts on a detour sign
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| And the waterfalls of regret
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| Unleash in a torrent of cold sweat
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| Where’s the solace you can find
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| At the bottom of your mind?
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| Friends pushed me from behind
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| And I feel so empty I could die
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| Sunday night
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| Sunday night
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| Where’s the solace you can find
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| At the bottom of your mind?
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| Friends pushed me from behind
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| And I feel so empty I could die
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| Die, oh die |