| Losing focus, and now it’s three in the morning
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| I can’t control it, it comes without a warning
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| And now I’m wide awake but it is so quiet
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| Am I lonely, or do I like it?
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| It happens like all the time, the peace I feel inside
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| Walks a thin red line, talking about it all night
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| Doesn’t seem to help my mind
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| Nobody understand the feeling that I have
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| Even if they did, what does it even matter?
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| This feels like it’s my own disaster
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| And I don’t want to know exactly what it is
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| The chemical imbalance that lets my heart tune in
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| To the world, I’ll be more sane in the morning
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| Losing focus, and now it’s three in the morning
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| I can’t control it, it comes without a warning
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| And now I’m wide awake but it is so quiet
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| Am I lonely, or do I like it?
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| Do I like it? |
| It’s three in the morning
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| Oh-oh, it’s three in the morning
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| It’s three in the morning, oh-oh-oh
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| It’s three in the morning |