| 5AM
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| Oh, the whisky’s run dry
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| Go close the curtains
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| Don’t wanna see the light
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| What is this meaning?
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| Never felt in my life
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| Am I considered
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| What is this feeling?
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| Why do I keep holding on
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| When everybody’s moving on?
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| In my big black room, alone, I
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| Am screaming and begging and yelling at the top of my lungs
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| You keep saying you love me
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| But you won’t even call me
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| You keep saying you love me
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| But you’re never there
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| But you’re never there
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| Hold back on feelings
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| Oh, it burns inside
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| Sometime it’s different
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| It’s when I feel alive
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| And I just want you to see me
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| But that hurts a poet
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| Are you considering
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| What I’m feeling?
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| Why do I keep holding on
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| When everybody’s moving on?
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| In my big black room, alone, I
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| Am screaming and begging and yelling at the top of my lungs
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| You keep saying you love me
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| But you won’t even call me
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| You keep saying you love me
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| But you’re never there
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| But you’re never there
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| And I just want to see your face
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| But in the crowd is an empty place
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| But you still say you love me
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| But you won’t even call me
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| But you still say you love me
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| But you won’t even call me
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| But I hope that you still love me
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| But you won’t even call me
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| Cause I will always love you
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| If you don’t even want me
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| I’m always here for you
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| I’m always here for you |