| 3 o’clock in the morning
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| And I’m walking these streets again
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| Seems like I’ve been walking forever
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| In a dream with no beginning and no end
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| Haunted by memories
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| Of this child I was
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| And the man I’d never be
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| See I stayed up all night
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| Just trying
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| Just trying to get some sleep
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| For all you lonely sons
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| This is when it will come
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| When forever finds you falling it will be
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| It will be
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| It will be
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| 3 o’clock in the morning
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| I came all this way
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| Just to say
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| That I was passing by
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| I’ve never seen you look this good
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| That is; |
| from outside
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| But there are ways of killing days
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| Drinking stops me thinking of you
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| And that there is no end
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| To what a memory
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| To what a memory can’t do
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| For all you lonely sons
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| This is when it will come
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| When forever finds you falling
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| It’ll be
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| For all you lonely sons
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| This is when it will come, when forever
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| Finds you falling it will be
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| It will be
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| It will be
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| Yeah I walked those streets in your name
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| Holloway road, camden road, city road
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| But see the streets and their names
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| They are all the same, they are all the same
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| And there’s this all night garage and the
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| Seven eleven
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| And when your pissed in the morning
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| It’s like some kind of route to heaven
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| But me I’ll follow those bus stops that never stop
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| The bust stops that never stop
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| Never stop!
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| For all you lonely sons, this is when it will come
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| When forever finds you falling it will be
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| It will be
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| It will be… |