| Morning’s come, passions gone
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| If this love was really strong
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| I’d want her now, the way I did last night
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| But deep inside me I’m just dealin'
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| With the same old guilty feelin'
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| 'Cause things sure do look different
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| In the cold, cold morning light
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| Somewhere a lonely clock strikes four
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| I’ll sneak up and out the door
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| She’ll pretend that she’s asleep
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| Till I’m out of sight
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| I’ll go home, an' I’ll sneak in
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| Tell a lie about where I’ve been
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| 'Cause things sure do look different
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| In the cold, cold morning light
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| That’s what makes it all so lonely
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| Is that even when I’m home
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| I know I’ll see her again, tomorrow night
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| Thrill cheats, until we’ve had our fill
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| Call it love until
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| We see it for what it is
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| In the cold, cold morning light
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| Somewhere a lonely clock strikes four
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| I’ll sneak up and out the door
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| She’ll pretend that she’s asleep
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| Till I’m out of sight
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| Then I’ll go home, I’ll sneak in
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| Tell lies 'bout where I’ve been
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| Things sure do look different
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| In the cold, cold morning light
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| Things sure do look different
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| In the cold, cold morning light |