| In the whiskey hours
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| I sit mourning
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| But the morning brings no consolation
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| Sun is rising — sky is yawning
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| But the new day brings no celebration
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| No celebration
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| Reminds me life is hard
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| Here in my back yard
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| And I lie awake
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| And I stare at the sky
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| And my life passes by
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| And I lie here suffering, wondering
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| How long, how long
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| In a sea of silence
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| I lay wondering
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| But with it comes no real solution
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| Dreams die young
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| In this world of violence
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| Just to be betrayed by revolution-revolution
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| Still my life is hard here in my back yard
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| And I lie awake
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| And I stare at the sky
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| And my life passes by
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| And I lie here suffering, wondering
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| How long, how long
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| We are only the beginning here
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| None of us will reach the end
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| So hold me close like an angel
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| With your breath draw me in
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| Feel me swim through your bloodstream
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| Hear my voice — soft but clear
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| After today things will never be the same
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| I’m sorry for you, my dear
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| In a world of darkness
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| We are surrounded — surrounded by eternity
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| We reach out but no love abounds us
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| Guess we traded it for sanity
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| Meanwhile life is hard here in my back yard
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| And I lie awake
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| And I stare at the sky
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| And my life passes by
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| And I lie here suffering, wondering
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| How long, how long
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| In the whiskkey hours
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| I sit mourning
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| But the morning brings no consolation
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| Sun is rising — sky is yawning
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| But the new day brings no celebration |