| At that time of the night when streetlights throw crosses
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| Through window frames, paranoia roams where the shadows reign
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| Oh, at that time of the night
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| At that time of the night your senses tangled in some new perfume
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| Criticism triggers of a loaded room. |
| at that time of the night
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| So if you ask me how do I feel inside
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| I could honestly tell you weve been taken on a very long ride
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| And if my owners let me have some free time some day
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| With all good intention I would probably run away
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| Clutching the short straw
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| At that time of the night when questions rally in an open mind
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| Summon all your answers with an ice cube chime
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| At that time of the night.
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| At that time of the night
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| Pretend youre off the hook with the telephone
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| Your confidence wounded in a free fire zone,
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| Oh, at that time of the night
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| So if you ask me where do I go from here,
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| My next destination isnt even really that clear.
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| So if you join me and get on your knees and pray,
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| Ill show you salvation well take the alternative way
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| Clutching the short straw
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| If I had enough money Id buy a round for that boy over there
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| A companion in my madness in the mirror the one with the silvery hair.
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| And if some kind soul could please pick up my tab
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| And while theyre at it if they could pick up my broken heart… |