| Who are you in the other hours
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| When your hair’s undone
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| And your guard’s let down
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| When you’re all alone in your all nightgown
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| Are you the life of the party then?
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| Sitting by yourself, again
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| Where are you in the other hours
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| Are you in a secret place that calls
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| When you’re by yourself with in your walls
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| Are you undressed with someplace to go
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| Off to catch your private show
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| Why do you greet the morning
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| Draping your heart in a shroud
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| Why must your life be a sideshow
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| Played to an ignorant crowd
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| How are you, in the other hours
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| Do you pray for morning to arrive
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| Do you wonder how you can stay alive
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| Are you at peace in a troubled mind
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| Hoping no one else would find
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| You’re only playing dumb
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| 'til the other hours come
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| Who do you think you’re fooling
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| Turning your face from the light
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| Clearly you’re turning to something
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| That are revealed by the night
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| What are you in the other hours
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| Are you queen of some abandoned song
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| Thinking how your crown of jewels had shone
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| You’re sitting there with no one to reign
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| You think no one sees your pain
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| And no one hears your drum
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| So the other hours come |